I did not shirk my food and drink
When Nellie married Harry Carnice.
But I am wedded to my pipe!
That faithful friend, nought can provoke it;
Should it grow cold, I gently wipe
Its mouth, then fill it, light, and smoke it.
But it is sweet to kiss; and I
Should love to kiss a wife and pet her—
She scolds? Straight to my pipe I fly;
Her scowls through fragrant smoke look better.