Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис)

Drifter

God gave you guts: don't let Him down;
Brace up, be worthy of His giving.
The road's a rut, the sky's a frown;
I know you're plumb fed up with living.
Fate birches you, and wry the rod...
Snap out, you fool! Don't let down God.

Oh, yes, you're on misfortune's shift,
And weary is the row your hoeing;
You have no home, you drift and drift,
Seems folks don't care the way you're going...
Well, make them care; you're not afraid:
Step on the gas; you'll make the grade.

Believe that God has faith in you,
In you His loving light is shining;
All of you that is fine and true
Is part of Him, so quit your whining...
buck up, son, for your Maker's sake:
Don't let Him down; give God a break.

1. Shiela
2. Local Lad
3. Tom
4. The Front Tooth
5. The Damned

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