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A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

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

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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



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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