Still for ’bacca do we crave.
In this world so full of brawling,
If in years your manhood’s ripe,
Heed ye not the antis’ calling—
Be a man and smoke a pipe.
Pipes of great men all remind us
(Tho’ of clay the bowl and stem),
Wheresoever fate may find us,
We can colour pipes like them.
Dhudeens, that perhaps another