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