Meski berlainan tempat
Ku tahu satu hal yang tepat
Pengkhianatan sang Sahabat
Yang rela menjatuhkan laknat


Dunia tak berarti
Piker saja nanti akhirat
Mengumpulkan dosa yang banyak
Begitu pun aku yang tak sempurna


Doa selalu terpanjatkan
Agar surge terasa nikmatnya
Berhiasan hari dan suasana yang indah
Namun neraka tempat yang tepat

When you're lost in the wild, and you're scared as a child
And death looks you bang in the eye
And you're sore as a boil, it's according to Hoyle
To **** your revolver and... die
But the code of a man says: "Fight all you can,"
And self-dissolution is barred
In hunger and woe, oh it's easy to blow
It's the hell-served-for-breakfast that's hard

"You're sick of the game!" Well, now, that's a shame
You're young, and you're brave, and you're bright
"You've had a raw deal!" I know-but don't squeal
Buck up, do your damnedest, and fight
It's the plugging away that will win you the day,
So don't be a piker, old pard!
Just draw on your grit; it's so easy to quit:
Its the keeping-your-chin-up that's hard.

It's easy to cry that you're beaten-and die;
It's easy to crawfish and crawl
But to fight and fight when hope's out of sight-
Why, that's the best game of them all!
And though you may come out of each grueling bout,
All broken and beaten and scarred
Just have one more try-it's dead easy to die
It's the keeping-on-living that's hard.

-Robert Service

Aye Laddie
Your hairs gone gray
Your bonnie lass has gone astray
Nay your kin folk know ye name
Nay a prayer has crossed your lips
In at least these thirty years
You've tried your trade
But no one buys copper these days
Hope and luck have made ye a piker
You're as mad as a hatter
And you have  no one left to blame