That it may never fade;
Tabak, St. Nicotine, ho, ieroe!
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Smoke, brother, smoke of the pride of Virginia;
Snuff, brother, snuff, if you’d clear up your brain;
Chew, brother, chew, and I’ll bet you a guinea,
Once fairly started, you’ll do it again.
Oh, would our northern air
Nurture this plant so rare!
Never aught else in my garden I’d grow: