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Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

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

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

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

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

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

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



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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