I REMEMBER, I remember, 



The pipe that first I drew; 



With red waxed end and snowy bowl, 



It perfect was, and new. 



It measured just three inches long, 



'Twas made of porous clay ; 



I found, when I began to smoke, 



It took my breath away. 



I remember, I remember, 

 In fear I struck a light; 

 And when I smoked a little time, 

 I felt my cheeks grow white; 

 My nervous system mutinied, 

 My diaphragm uprose, 

 And I was very, very ill 

 In a way you may suppose. 



I remember, I remember, 

 The very rod he got, 



