Last Poems (Housman)/Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough
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Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough The land and not the sea.And leave the soldiers at their drill.And all about the idle hill Shepherd your sheep with me.
Oh stay with company and mirth And daylight and the air;Too full already is the graveOf fellows that were good and brave And died because they were.