Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough

    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.