1.
There is a tiny weed, man,
That grows far o’er the sea man;
The juice of which does more bewitch
Than does the gossip’s tea, man.
2.
Its name is call’d tobacco,
’Tis used near and far man;
The car-man chews--but I will choose
The daintier cigar, man.
3.
’Tis dainty ev’n in shape, man--
So round, so smooth, so long, man!
If you’re a churl, ’twill from you hurl
Your spleen--you’ll sing a song, man!
4.
If you will once permit it
To touch your swelling lip, man,
You soon shall see ’twill sweeter be
Than what the bee doth sip, man!
5.
If e’er you are in trouble,
This will your trouble still, man,
On sea and land ’tis at command,
An idle hour to kill, man!
6.
And if the blind god, Cupid,
Should strike you to the heart, man,
Take up a glass, and toast your lass--
And--ne’er from smoking part, man!
7.
And also if you’re married,
In Hymen’s chains fast bound, man;
To plague your wife out of her life,
Smoke still the whole year round, man!
8.
How sweet ’tis of an evening
When wint’ry winds do blow, man,
As ’twere in spite, to take a pipe,
And smoke by th’ fire’s glow, man!
9.
The sailor in his ship, man,
When wildly rolls the wave, man,
His pipe will smoke, and crack his joke
Above his yawning grave, man!
10.
The soldier, in the tavern,
Talks of the battle’s roar, man;
With pipe in hand, he gives command,
And thus he lives twice o’er man!
11.
All classes in this world, man,
Have each their own enjoyment,
But with a pipe, they’re all alike--
’Tis every one’s employment!
12.
Of all the various pleasures
That on this earth there are, man,
There’s nought to me affords such glee
As a pipe or sweet cigar, man!