THE CIGAR.





Some sigh for this and that,

My wishes don't go far;

The world may wag at will,

So I have my cigar.



Some fret themselves to death

With Whig and Tory jar;

I don't care which is in,

So I have my cigar.



Sir John requests my vote,

And so does Mr. Marr;

I don't care how it goes,

So I have my cigar.



Some want a German row,

Some wish a Russian war;

I care not. I'm at peace

So I have my cigar.



I never see the "Post,"

I seldom read the "Star;"

The "Globe" I scarcely heed,

So I have my cigar.



Honors have come to men

My juniors at the Bar;

No matter--I can wait,

So I have my cigar.



Ambition frets me not;

A cab or glory's car

Are just the same to me,

So I have my cigar.



I worship no vain gods,

But serve the household Lar;

I'm sure to be at home,

So I have my cigar.



I do not seek for fame,

A general with a scar;

A private let me be,

So I have my cigar.



To have my choice among

The toys of life's bazaar,

The deuce may take them all

So I have my cigar.



Some minds are often tost

By tempests like a tar;

I always seem in port,

So I have my cigar.



The ardent flame of love,

My bosom cannot char,

I smoke but do not burn,

So I have my cigar.



They tell me Nancy Low

Has married Mr. R.;

The jilt! but I can live,

So I have my cigar.



THOMAS HOOD.





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