With hookahs, bubbling in a way
To fill a Christian with dismay,
And wake the old Crusading fire.
May no such pipe be mine I pray!
Give me a finely seasoned brier
Envoy.
Clay, meerschaum, hookah, what are they
That I should view them with desire?
I’ll sing, till all my hair is grey,
Give me a finely seasoned brier.