The Smoker’s Alphabet.
A was an Anti-Tobacconist moke,
B was the ’Bacca his neighbours would smoke,
C was the Counsel he forced on the world,
D was Derision, that at him was hurled.
E more Enlightened, would chuckle and say,
F “Fill your pipes, and puff nonsense away.”
G was a Guardsman, who lit a cigar;
H was the health that it never could mar.
I was an Irishman witty and gay,