Is faultless, has been led astray
To nurse a costly meerschaum bowl.
Well, let him nurse it as he may,
I hardly think he’ll find it pay.
Before the colour gets much higher,
He’ll drop it on the grate some day.
Give me a finely seasoned brier.
The heathen Turk of Istamboul,
In Oriental turban gay,
Delights his unregenerate soul