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Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

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

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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...



'TWAS OFF THE BLUE CANARIES.








'Twas off the blue Canary isles,
A glorious summer day,
I sat upon the quarter deck,
And whiffed my cares away;
And as the volumed smoke arose,
Like incense in the air,
I breathed a sigh to think, in sooth,
It was my last cigar.

I leaned upon the quarter rail,
And looked down in the sea;
E'en there the purple wreath of smoke,
Was curling gracefully;
Oh! what had I at such a time
To do with wasting care?
Alas! the trembling tear proclaimed
It was my last cigar.

I watched the ashes as it came
Fast drawing toward the end;
I watched it as a friend would watch
Beside a dying friend;
But still the flame swept slowly on;
It vanished into air;
I threw it from me,--spare the tale,--
It was my last cigar.

I've seen the land of all I love
Fade in the distance dim;
I've watched above the blighted heart,
Where once proud hope hath been;
But I've never known a sorrow
That could with that compare,
When off the blue Canaries
I smoked my last cigar.

JOSEPH WARREN FABENS.





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