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

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

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

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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

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

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

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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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



OLD PIPE OF MINE.








Companion of my lonely hours,
Full many a time 'twixt night and morn
Thy muse hath roamed through poesy's bowers
Upon thy fragrant pinions borne.
Let others seek the bliss that reigns
In homage paid at beauty's shrine,
We envy not such foolish gains,
In sweet content, old pipe of mine.

Ah! you have been a travelled pipe;
But now, of course, you're getting stale,
Just like myself, and rather ripe;
You've had your fill of cakes and ale,
And half-forgotten memories, too.
And all the pensive thoughts that twine
Around a past that, _entre nous_,
Has pleasant been, old pipe of mine.

Old pipe of mine, for many a year
What boon companions we have been!
With here a smile and there a tear,
How many changes we have seen!
How many hearts have ceased to beat,
How many eyes have ceased to shine,
How many friends will never meet,
Since first we met, old pipe of mine!

Though here and there the road was deep,
And now and then the rain would fall;
We managed every time to keep
A sturdy forehead to them all!
And even when she left my side,
We didn't wait to fret or pine,
Oh, no; we said the world was wide,
And luck would turn, old pipe of mine!





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