I've a humble little motto
That is homely, though it's true,—
    Keep a-pluggin' away.
It's a thing when I've an object
That I always try to do,—
    Keep a-pluggin' away.
When you've rising storms to quell,
When opposing waters swell,
It will never fail to tell,—
    Keep a-pluggin' away.

If the hills are high before
And the paths are hard to climb,
    Keep a-pluggin' away.
And remember that successes
Come to him who bides his time,—
    Keep a-pluggin' away.
From the greatest to the least,
None are from the rule released.
Be thou toiler, poet, priest,
    Keep a-pluggin' away.

Delve away beneath the surface,
There is treasure farther down,—
    Keep a-pluggin' away.
Let the rain come down in torrents,
Let the threat'ning heavens frown,
    Keep a-pluggin' away.
When the clouds have rolled away,
There will come a brighter day
All your labor to repay,—
    Keep a-pluggin' away.

There 'll be lots of sneers to swallow.
There'll be lots of pain to bear,—
    Keep a-pluggin' away.
If you've got your eye on heaven,
Some bright day you'll wake up there,
    Keep a-pluggin' away.
Perseverance still is king;
Time its sure reward will bring;
Work and wait unwearying,—
    Keep a-pluggin' away.

We have tomorrow
Bright before us 
Like a flame 

Yesterday
a night-gone thing,
A sun-down name.

And dawn to-day
Broad arch above the road we came.

We march!