George Butterworth — Think no more lad

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