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He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...



A PIPE OF TOBACCO.








Let the learned talk of books,
The glutton of cooks,
The lover of Celia's soft smack--O!
No mortal can boast
So noble a toast
As a pipe of accepted tobacco.

Let the soldier for fame,
And a general's name,
In battle get many a thwack--O!
Let who will have most,
Who will rule the rooste,
Give me but a pipe of tobacco.

Tobacco gives wit
To the dullest old cit,
And makes him of politics crack--O!
The lawyers i' the hall
Were not able to bawl,
Were it not for a whiff of tobacco.

The man whose chief glory
Is telling a story,
Had never arrived at the smack--O!
Between ever heying,
And as I was saying,
Did he not take a whiff of tobacco.

The doctor who places
Much skill in grimaces,
And feels your pulse running tic-tack--O!
Would you know his chief skill?
It is only to fill
And smoke a good pipe of tobacco.

The courtiers alone
To this weed are not prone;
Would you know what 'tis makes them so slack--O?
'Twas because it inclined
To be honest the mind,
And therefore they banished tobacco.





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