Carry on! Carry on! Fight the good fight and true; Believe in you mission, greet life with a cheer.

Old Year! upon the Stage of Time You stand to bow your last adieu; A moment, and the prompter's chime Will ring the curtain down on you.

I remember little of the Yukon or what I wrote there.

Carry on! Carry on! Fight the good fight and true; Believe in you mission, greet life with a cheer.

The trails of the world be countless, and most of the trails be tried; You tread on the heels of the many, till you come where the ways divide;And one lies safe in the sunlight, and the other is dreary and wan,But you look aslant at the Lone Trail, and the Lone Trail lures you on.

A promise made is a debt unpaid.

His life, though none too long, Was never dull: Of woman, wine and song Bill had his full.