Last Poems (Housman)/Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough

by Alfred Edward Housman

XXXVIII

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 grave
Of fellows that were good and brave
 And died because they were.