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He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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



TO SEE HER PIPE AWRY.








Betty bouncer kept a stall
At the corner of a street,
And she had a smile for all.
Many were the friends she'd greet
With kindly nod on passing by,
Who, smiling, saw her pipe awry.

Poor old lass! she loved her pipe,
A constant friend it seemed to be;
As she sold her apples ripe,
With an apple on each knee,
How she'd make the smoke-wreaths fly,
As I've watched her pipe awry!

Seasons came and seasons went,
Only changing Betty's store;
Youngsters with her always spent
Their little all and wished they'd more:
Timidly with upturned eye
Staring at her pipe awry.

Bet was always at her post
Early morn or even late;
Ginger beer or chestnut roast,
Served she as she sat in state,
On two bushel-baskets high;
You should have seen her pipe awry!

Little care old Betty had,
She quietly jogged on her way;
Never did her face look sad.
Although she fumed the livelong day.
Guiltless seemed she of a sigh.
I never saw her pipe her eye!

C.F.





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