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

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...



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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