Till you quit by Edgar Guest

Till you quit by Edgar Guest

No one is beaten till he quits,

No one is through till he stops,

No matter how hard Failure hits,

No matter how often he drops,

A fellow's not down till he lies

In the dust and refuses to rise.

Fate can slam him and bang him around,

And batter his frame till he's sore,

But he never can say that he's downed

While he bobs serenely for more.

A fellow's not dead till he dies,

Nor beaten till no longer he tries.