Smoke not! smoke not!
Smoke not! the tradesman whose weeds you smoke may die,
May perish from the cabbage bearing earth;
The sordid dun may to your chamber hie
Sent by the Trustees in their tinless dearth.
Smoke not! smoke not!
Smoke not! smoke not! O warning vainly said,
Cane and cap-paper since we first did try;
Smoke flings a halo round the smoker’s head,
And all in vain do anxious mothers cry