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

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

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

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

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

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...



THE BALLADE OF TOBACCO.








When verdant youth sees life afar,
And first sets out wild oats to sow,
He puffs a stiff and stark cigar,
And quaffs champagne of Mumm & Co.
He likes not smoking yet; but though
Tobacco makes him sick indeed,
Cigars and wine he can't forego,--
A slave is each man to the weed.

In time his tastes more dainty are
And delicate. Become a beau,
From out the country of the czar
He brings his cigarettes, and lo!
He sips the vintage of Bordeaux.
Thus keener relish shall succeed
The baser liking we outgrow,--
A slave is each man to the weed

When age and his own lucky star
To him perfected wisdom show,
The schooner glides across the bar,
And beer for him shall freely flow;
A pipe with genial warmth shall glow,
To which he turns in direst need,
To seek in smoke surcease of woe,--
A slave is each man to the weed.





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