Too full already is the grave

A tourist postcard I had picked up from the visit in the summer of 2000

Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough
By A.E. 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 because they were.