Chinaman! shun opium-grief:
Use the pure Tobacco leaf.
Frenchmen! no more foes provoke:
Follow arts of peace—and smoke!
German victors! crowned with laurel,
Smoke, content; and seek no quarrel.
Americans no one needs bid
To blow a cloud, or take a quid.
Though rows shake Dame Europa's school,
Johnny Bull smokes, calm and cool.
Toffy, it will ease thy brain, man!
Smoke and snuff, and smoke again, man!
Paddy, light of heart and gay,
Smoke thy dhudeen: short black clay.
Sawney, on thy Hielen' hill,
Tak' thy sneishin'; tak' thy gill!
Tourist, thou hast journey'd far;
Rest, and light a mild cigar.
Sailor, from the stormy seas,
Take a quid, and take thine ease.