If Jersey can keep their heads when all those in Blue
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If they can trust their boring game plan when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
    And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If they can dream of beating Ealing —and not make dreams your master;
    If they can think—and not make thoughts their aim,
If they can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same:
If they can bear to hear the truth they've spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things they  gave their life to, broken,
    And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
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And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    ⁠And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    ⁠Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
    ⁠And—which is more—you'll be a Man of Jersey, my son! ^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/If%E2%80%94#cite_note-17" rel="nofollow -}