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

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

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

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...



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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