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

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

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

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

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

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...



ANOTHER MATCH.








_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._


If love were dhudeen olden,
And I were like the weed,
Oh! we would live together
And love the jolly weather,
And bask in sunshine golden,
Rare pals of choicest breed;
If love were dhudeen olden,
And I were like the weed.

If you were oil essential,
And I were nicotine,
We'd hatch up wicked treason,
And spoil each smoker's reason,
Till he grew penitential,
And turned a bilious green;
If you were oil essential,
And I were nicotine.

If you were snuff, my darling,
And I, your love, the box.
We'd live and sneeze together,
Shut out from all the weather,
And anti-snuffers snarling,
In neckties orthodox;
If you were snuff, my darling,
And I, your love, the box.

If you were the aroma,
And I were simply smoke,
We'd skyward fly together,
As light as any feather;
And flying high as Homer,
His gray old ghost we'd choke;
If you were the aroma,
And I were simply smoke.

From _Cope's Tobacco Plant_.





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