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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

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

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

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

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

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



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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