LOTS of spirit, boys of will, 

Boys of muscle, brain, and power 

Fit to cope with anything 

These are wanted every hour.

Not the weak and whining drones 

That all troubles magnify;

Not the watchword of "I can't," 

But the noble one, "I'll try."

Do whate'er you have to do

With a true and earnest zeal; 

Bend your sinews to the task; 

"Put your shoulder to the wheel."

Though your duty may be hard, 

Look not on it as an ill;

If it be an honest task, 

Do it with an honest will.