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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...



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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