If you can keep your head when all around you are losing theirs and blaming it on you
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
An' make allowance for their doubting too
If you will not be tired out by all this waiting,
Lied about, don't deal in lies,
Getting hate, don't give way to all this hating
And yet don't look too wise
If you can dream and not make dreams your master
If you think but not make thoughts your aim
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two deceivers just the same
If you can see the truth that you have spoken
Twisted all your work in vain,
Watching things in your life that seems too broken,
And build them up again:
Yours the Earth and everything that's in it
'N' which is more, you're a man, my son!
Yours the Earth and everything that's in it
'N' which is more, you're a man, my son!
A Man, my son!
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue safe,
Talk with kings and not lose common touch,
If your friends and foes both cannot hurt you with belief,
If all the men can count on you, but none too much
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss
And if lose, start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss
If you think that you can force the hopes that's in you
Serve your turn after they're gone,
When you hold on, when there's nothing left to cling to,
Except in the voice, "Hold on;":
Yours the Earth and everything that's in it
'N' which is more, you're a man, my son!
Yours the Earth and everything that's in it
'N' which is more, you're a man, my son!
Yours the Earth and everything that's in it
'N' which is more, you're a man, my son!
You're a man my son! You're a man my son! You're a man my son!
'N' which is more, you're a man, my son!
You're a man my son! You're a man my son! You're a man my son!
You're a man my son!
You're a man my son!

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