A Pipe of Tobacco/VI

Boy! bring an ounce of Freeman's best,
And bid the Vicar be my Guest:
Let all be plac'd in Manner due,
A Pot, wherein to spit, or spue,
And London Journal, and Free Briton,
Of Use to light a Pipe, or * *
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This Village, unmolested yet
By Troopers, shall be my Retreat:
Who cannot flatter, bribe, betray;
Who cannot write or vote for * *.
Far from the Vermin of the Town,
Here let me rather live, my own;
Doze o'er a Pipe, whose Vapour bland
In sweet Oblivion lulls the Land;
Of all which at Vienna passes,
As ignorant as * * Brass is:
And scorning Rascals to caress,
Extol the Days of good Queen Bess,
When first Tobacco blest our Isle,
Then think of other Queens—and smile.

Come, jovial Pipe, and bring along
Midnight Revelry and Song;
The merry Catch, the Madrigal,
That echoes sweet in City Hall;
The Parson's Pun, the smutty Tale
Of Country Justice o'er his Ale.
I ask not what the French are doing,
Or Spain to compass ——————'s Ruin:
Britons, if undone, can go,
Where Tobacco loves to grow.

This work was published before January 1, 1925, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.