Four jolly men sat down to play, And played all night till break of day. They played for cash and not for fun, With a separate score for every one. When it came time to square accounts, they all had made quite fair amounts. Now, not one has los... Read more of Four Jolly Men at Free Jokes.caInformational Site Network Informational
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The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...



A BACHELOR'S SOLILOQUY.








I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire,
I ne'er knew the Benedict's yoke;
I worship a fairy-like, fanciful form,
That goes up the chimney in smoke.

I sit in my dressing-gowned slipperful ease,
Without wife or bairns to provoke,
And puff at my pipe, while my hopes and my fears
All go up the chimney in smoke.

I sit with my pipe, and my heart's lonesome care
I try, but all vainly, to choke.
Ah, me! but I find that the flame that Love lights
Won't go up the chimney in smoke.

_Cigar and Tobacco World_, London.





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