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5720	Housman, A. E. (Alfred Edward)	A Shropshire Lad			.txt	text/plain	9208	967	101	Leave your home behind, lad, While Ludlow tower shall stand. Till Ludlow tower shall fall. Up, lad, up, 'tis late for lying: Some lads there are, 'tis shame to say, When the lad for longing sighs, The dead man stood on air. A better lad, if things went right, A Grecian lad, as I hear tell, A silly lad that longs and looks The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair, The lads play heart and soul; Lovely lads and dead and rotten; Oh lads, at home I heard you plain, " 'Tis long till eve and morn are gone: Oh lad, you died as fits a man. The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long. Courage, lad, 'tis not for long: Far from his folk a dead lad lies The lads I used to love. We poor lads, 'tis our turn now	./cache/5720.txt	./txt/5720.txt