This is the sort of a man was he: True when it hurt him a lot to be; Tight in a corner an` knowin` a lie Would have helped him out, but he wouldn`t buy His freedom there in so cheap a way-- He told the truth though he had to pay. Honest! Not in the easy sense, When he needn`t worry about expense-- We`ll all play square when it doesn`t count And the sum at stake`s not a large amount-- But he was square when the times were bad, An` keepin` his word took all he had. Honor is something we all profess, But most of us cheat--some more, some less-- An` the real test isn`t the way we do When there isn`t a pinch in either shoe; It`s whether we`re true to our best or not When the right thing`s certain to hurt a lot. That is the sort of a man was he: Straight when it hurt him a lot to be; Times when a lie would have paid him well, No matter the cost, the truth he`d tell; An` he`d rather go down to a drab defeat Than save himself if he had to cheat.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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