Don't spend life in the trenches

Don't spend life mourning in the trenches
Step out, face your battles with dignity
Just one more mile, there is a pot of gold at the end.

You know your place
Thou art man-at-arms
And till last blood drop, will I fight every ounce of the way.

From the crack of dawn,
Till the close of day
Will I not collapse in failures name!

My heart knows its worth

The seam of my boots may peel,
My knees may tremble
But dammit will I quit!