| Somebody said that it couldn't be done, | |
| But he with a chuckle replied | |
| That "maybe it couldn't," but he would be one | |
| Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried. | |
| So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin | 5 |
| On his face. If he worried he hid it. | |
| He started to sing as he tackled the thing | |
| That couldn't be done, and he did it. | |
| | |
| Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll never do that; | |
| At least no one ever has done it"; | 10 |
| But he took off his coat and he took off his hat, | |
| And the first thing we knew he'd begun it. | |
| With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin, | |
| Without any doubting or quiddit, | |
| He started to sing as he tackled the thing | 15 |
| That couldn't be done, and he did it. | |
| | |
| There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done, | |
| There are thousands to prophesy failure; | |
| There are thousands to point out to you, one by one, | |
| The dangers that wait to assail you. | 20 |
| But just buckle in with a bit of a grin, | |
| Just take off your coat and go to it; | |
| Just start to sing as you tackle the thing | |
| That "cannot be done," and you'll do it. | |