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

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...



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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