TOBACCO LEAVES 



I sat upon the quarter-deck, 

 And whiffed my cares away; 



And as the volumed smoke arose, 

 Like incense in the air, 



I breath'd a sigh to think, in sooth, 

 It was my last cigar. 



Chorus 



It was my last cigar, 



It was my last cigar, 



I breath'd a sigh to think, in sooth, 



It was my last cigar. 



I leaned upon the quarter rail, 



And looked down in the sea, 

 E'en there the purple wreath of smoke 



Was curling gracefully; 

 Oh, what had I at such a time 



To do with wasting care? 

 Alas! the trembling tear proclaimed 



It was my last cigar. 



