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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...



A POT, AND A PIPE OF TOBACCO.








Some praise taking snuff;
And 'tis pleasant enough
To those who have got the right knack, O!
But give me, my boys,
Those exquisite joys,
A pot, and a pipe of tobacco.

When fume follows fume
To the top of the room,
In circles pursuing their track, O!
How sweet to inhale
The health-giving gale
Of a pipe of Virginia tobacco.

Let soldiers so bold
For fame or for gold
Their enemies cut, slash, and hack, O!
We have fire and smoke,
Though all but in joke,
In a peaceable pipe of tobacco.

Should a mistress, unkind,
Be inconstant in mind,
And on your affections look black, O!
Let her wherrit and tiff,
'Twill blow off in a whiff,
If you take but a pipe of tobacco.

The miserly elf,
Who, in hoarding his pelf,
Keeps body and soul on the rack, O!
Would he bless and be blest,
He might open his chest
By taking a pipe of tobacco.

Politicians so wise,
All ears and all eyes
For news, till their addled pates crack, O!
After puzzling their brains,
Will not get for their pains
The worth of a pipe of tobacco

If your land in the claw
Of a limb of the law
You trust, or your health to a quack, O!
'Tis fifty to one
They're both as soon gone
As you'd puff out a pipe of tobacco.

Life's short, 'tis agreed;
So we'll try from the weed,
Of man a brief emblem to tack, O!
When his spirit ascends,
Die he must,--and he ends
In dust, like a pipe of tobacco.

_From "The Universal Songster, or Museum of Mirth."_





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