Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly;
Why should men make haste to die?
Empty heads and tongues a-talking
Make the rough road easy walking
And the feather pate of folly
Bears the falling sky
Oh, 'tis jesting, dancing, drinking
Spins the heavy world around
If young hearts were not so clever
Oh, they would be young for ever;
Think no more; 'tis only thinking
Lays lads underground
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