A Shropshire Lad/Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly
XLIX
Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly:Why should men make haste to die? Empty heads and tongues a-talking Make the rough road easy walking, And the feather pate of follyBears the falling sky.
Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinkingSpins the heavy world around. If young hearts were not so clever, Oh, they would be young for ever: Think no more; ’tis only thinkingLays lads underground.
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