Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough
Oh stay at home, my lad, and ploughThe land and not the sea,And leave the soldiers at their drill,And all about the idle hillShepherd your sheep with me.
Oh stay with company and mirthAnd daylight and the air;Too full already is the graveOf fellows that were good and braveAnd died because they were.
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