Oh Stay At Home, My Lad

Alfred Edward Housman

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 bacause they were. 

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• Alfred Edward Housman : On The Idle Hill Of Summer
• Alfred Edward Housman : On Wenlock Edge The Wood's In Trouble
• Alfred Edward Housman : On Your Midnight Pallet Lying
• Alfred Edward Housman : Others, I Am Not The First
• Alfred Edward Housman : Reveille
• Alfred Edward Housman : Say, Lad, Have You Things To Do?
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• Alfred Edward Housman : Loitering With A Vacant Eye
• Alfred Edward Housman : It Nods And Curtseys And Recovers
• Alfred Edward Housman : Is My Team Ploughing