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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

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

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...



THE PIPE YOU MAKE YOURSELF.








There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes as well,
There's plain pipes an' fancy pipes--things jes made to sell;
But any pipe that kin be bought fer marbles, chalk, or pelf,
Ain't ekal to the flaver of th' pipe you make yourself.

Jest take a common corn cob an' whittle out the middle,
Then plug up one end of it as tight as any fiddle;
Fit a stem into th' side an' lay her on th' shelf,
An' when she's dry you take her down, that pipe you made yourself.

Cram her full clar to th' brim with nachral leaf, you bet--
'T will smoke a trifle better for bein' somewhat wet--
Take your worms and fishin' pole, and a jug along for health,
An' you'll get a taste o' heaven from that pipe you made yourself.

There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes as well,
There's plain pipes an' fancy pipes--things jes made to sell;
But any pipe that kin be bought for marbles, chalk, or pelf,
Ain't ekal to th' flayer of the pipe you make yourself.

HENRY E. BROWN.





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