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

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

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

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

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

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

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

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

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

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...



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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