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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...



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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