Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough
The land and not the sea,
And leave the armed men at their drill,
And round all of this slow, soft hill
Keep close your sheep with me.
Oh stay with your good friends and mirth
And light of day and air;
Too full on this day is the grave
Of young men that were good and brave
And died, for so they were.
-- A.E. House Man