THE DISCOVERY OF TOBACCO. 21 



But I want to find out, niy lads, 



This stuff of which they tell ; 

 For if, as it aint meant to drink, 



Why, it must be meant to smell." 



Says Tom, says he, " To drink or smell, 



I don't think this here's meant." 

 Says Jack, says he, " Blame my old eyes, 



If I'll believe it's scent." 

 "Well, then," says Dick, " if that aint square, 



It must be meant for meat ; 

 So come along, my jovial mates, 



To find what's good to eat." 



They came across a great big plant, 



A-growing tall and true. 

 Says Jack, says he, "I'm precious dry," 



And picked a leaf to chew. 

 While Tom takes up a sun-dried bit. 



A-lying by the trees ; 

 He rubs it in his hands to dust 



And then begins to sneeze. 



Another leaf picks nimble Dick, 



And dries it in the sun, 

 And rolls it up all neat and tight. 



" My lads," said he in fun, 

 "I mean to cook this precious weed." 



And then from out his poke 

 With burning-glass he lights the end, 



And quick blows up the smoke. 



Says Jack, says he, " Of Paradise 

 I've heerd some people tell," 



