TOBACCO LEAVES 



Can match the grace I fondly trace 

 In thee, my darling cutty. 



I have guarded long thy tender form, 

 Well hast thou done thy duty: 



Once virgin white, now black as night 

 A dark but comely beauty. 



When thousand cares of city life 

 Seem my poor brain consuming, 



With thee, my pet, I soon forget 

 To fret while I am fuming. 



Or, prostrate 'neath a mountain fir, 

 The bay below bright gleaming, 



Thy magic bowl calms my glad soul, 

 Or, charmed, it floats, day-dreaming. 



Abroad, at home, in social ring, 

 Where brother fumes commingle, 



May'st thou attend, my dearest friend, 

 Or married I, or single. 



THE BAILIE. 



