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

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

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

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

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

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

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

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

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...



IN THE OL' TOBACKER PATCH.








I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to do,
When I think about them days we used to spend
A hoein' out tobacker in th' clearin'--me an' you--
An' a wishin' that the day was at an end.
For the dewdrops was a sparklin' on the beeches' tender leaves
As we started out a workin' in the morn;
An' th' noonday sun was sendin' down a shower of burnin' sheaves
When we heard the welcome-soundin' dinner-horn.
An' th' shadders round us gathered in a sort of ghostly batch,
'Fore we started home from workin' in that ol' tobacker patch.

I'm a feelin' mighty lonesome, as I look aroun' to-day,
For I see th' change that's taken place since then.
All th' hills is brown and faded, for th' woods is cleared away;
You an' me has changed from ragged boys to men;
You are livin' in th' city that we ust to dream about;
I am still a dwellin' here upon the place,
But my form is bent an' feeble, which was once so straight and
stout,
An' there's most a thousand wrinkles on my face.
You have made a mint of money; I, perhaps have been your match,
But we both enjoyed life better in that ol' tobacker patch.

S.Q. LAPIUS.





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