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