Keep A-Pluggin' Away


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.

This work was published before January 1, 1925, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.