Oh Stay At Home, My Lad

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.

by Alfred Edward Housman

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(Oh Stay At Home, My Lad by Alfred Edward Housman.) **A poem about cutting the apron string. Parent concerned with the thought of their child leaving home, and what lay ahead for the child.