Of all de dings dat mordal man, Ish fabrikate for gelt, Of all de goots dat sailen ships Ish carry troo de welt, Peneat de Frantsche tri-colour, De English Union Shack, Or Vankeelandish stripes und stars, De pest ish good Taback. Vhen heavenly smoke is roung mein nose, I veels all Gott-resigned: Mit good cigars in lofely rows, No care ish on my mind. Id drills mein heart to finger dem Vhatefer pe deir brand— Vhere'er I finds some smoke-work—dere Ish Piper's Vaterland. Vot sort of vellers can dey be, I dinks dir hets ish crack! Who shbeaks me of de @3pad@1 cigars Und good for nix Taback? Dere's @3some@1 Taback more betterer As oder can pe found, Boot @3pad@1 Taback I nefer saw On all Gott's garten ground. Vot say der crate Winstruphius Der Danish bard sooblime: Dat "Bacchus and Tobaccus oft Trown oud, dry oop, your time." If rolling vapour ofer het, De face of heafen shrouds, Vhy shouldt not mordal life trife on, In wild Tobacco clouds? Ich lieb' den Wein, ich lieb' das Bier: Das ist ganz wohl bekannt. I trinks mein liddle Branntewein, Vhen mornings oop I stand; Boot Wein I'd lose and Bier resign, Ja—Branntewein I'd lack, Ere in dis world I'd smokeless go, Mitout mein rauch Taback. So tyrannus jubeat "Vinum dato!"—darem. "Non amato virginem!" Hegre non amarem, "Meerschaum da, seu morere!" Pertinax negarem, "Frange meerschaum—abjice!" Fumans expirarem. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIVING STARS by GEORGE SANTAYANA TO DOCTOR EMPIRIC by BEN JONSON WHEN SHE COMES HOME by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |