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Think no more, Lad
Think no more, lad ; laugh, be jolly ;
Why should men hast to die?
Empty heads and tongs 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,