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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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



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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