TOBACCO LEAVES 



Will each in turn in vapour blend 

 " In f umo omne exit ! " 



H. T. M. JOHNSON. 



TOBACCO 



WHENE'ER I'm out of sorts or sad, 

 Oppress'd with care, and well-nigh mad, 

 What comforts me, and makes me glad? 



Tobacco ! 



What builds such castles in the air, 



And paints my prospects bright and fair, 



And makes me negligent of care? 



Tobacco ! 



How is it that I'm so resigned, 



Whene'er my wife must speak her mind. 



And ne'er retaliate in kind? 



Tobacco ! 



What makes my holidays so sweet, 

 And ev'ry " outing " such a treat 

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