(I am learning to like the smell of smoke!)
He has given up such a deal for me!
He likes to give up his bachelor way;
He says it is charming not to be free,
So he only smokes one pipe in the day.
Together we sit in his little room,
Which is fitted up like a dainty toy;
And if without there is darkness and gloom,
Within there is plenty of light and joy.
'Tell me of all you have done, if you can,'