Come, sirrah Jack, ho!
Fill some tobacco.
Bring a wire
And some fire!
Haste away!
Quick I say!
Do not stay!
Shun delay!
For I drank none good to day.
I swear that this tobacco
It's perfect Trinidado.
By the very, very Mass,
Never, never, never was
Better gear
Than is here.
By the rood,
For the blood,
It is very very good, ?tis very good.
Fill the pipe once more,
My brains dance tenchmore,
It is heady,
I am giddy,
My head and brains,
back and rains,
Joints and veins,
From all pains
It doth well purge and make clean.
Then those that do condemn it,
Or such as not commend it,
Never were so wise to learn,
Good tobacco to discern.
Let them go,
Pluck a crow,
And not know,
As I do,
The sweet, the sweet, the sweet,of Trinidado.
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