Fill them up tight, &c.
Let them be clumsy or let them be slim,
Light or heavy, I care not a feather;
So, fill them with ’Baccy right up to the rim,
And let us all smoke them together.
Fill them up tight,
Give ’em a light;
I’ll wager a smoke will set everything right.
From Cope’s Tobacco Plant. February, 1875.
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