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Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

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

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



MY PIPE.








When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me;
When friends are fled, thy presence charms me.
If thou art full, though purse be bare,
I smoke, and cast away all care!

_German Smoking Song._





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