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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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



MY CIGARETTE.








_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_.


To my sweet cigarette I am singing
This joyous and bright bacca-role;
Just now to my lips she was clinging,
Her spirit was soothing my soul.
With figure so slender and dapper
I feel the soft touch of it yet,
Adorned in her dainty white wrapper,
How fair is my own cigarette!
'Twere better, perhaps, that we part, love;
'Twere better, if never we'd met.
Alas, you are part of my heart, love,
Destructive but sweet cigarette!

Though matchless, by matches she's fired,
And glows both with pleasure and pride;
By her soft, balmy breath I'm inspired,
And kiss and caress my new bride.
E'en the clouds of her nature are joyous,
Though other clouds cause us regret;
From worry and care they decoy us,
The clouds of a sweet cigarette.
'Twere better, etc.

The houris in paradise living
Dissolve in the first love embrace,
Their life to their love freely giving,--
And so with my love 'tis the case;
For when her life's last spark is flying,
Still sweet to the end is my pet,
Who helps me, although she is dying,
To light up a fresh cigarette!
'Twere better, etc.





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