Would you rest from your employment
With a fragrant rich cigarro,
Formed from meerschaum, clay and brier,
Tipped with amber, stemmed with cherry,
Are the bowls for perfumed fire,
Holding fumes that make men merry,
Or, should you prefer to “quid” it,
And to taste the weed’s dark juices,
Warrington will not forbid it
Neither need you make excuses.