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12
THERE'S NOTHING LIKE A SMOKE.
There's nothing like a smoke;
To that I'll firmly stick;
Give me a pipe for comfort,
Whether, lads, I'm well or sick;
Take anything away you like
But that, 'twill be a joke;
But leave me still my blessed pipe;
Oh, there's nothing like a smoke!
To that I'll firmly stick;
Give me a pipe for comfort,
Whether, lads, I'm well or sick;
Take anything away you like
But that, 'twill be a joke;
But leave me still my blessed pipe;
Oh, there's nothing like a smoke!
One's fancy, it knows change
In friendship and in love,
But to 'bacca all are constant,
For it's, love and friends, above;
Take my lass or take my glass;
Their loss I'll hold a joke
While you leave me still my blessed pipe;
Oh, there's nothing like a smoke!
In friendship and in love,
But to 'bacca all are constant,
For it's, love and friends, above;
Take my lass or take my glass;
Their loss I'll hold a joke
While you leave me still my blessed pipe;
Oh, there's nothing like a smoke!
13
Whatever is the weather,
In calm or breeze or storm,
Wherever you may sail or walk,
Let your clime be cold or warm,
Whether you be crossed or happy,
You can treat all as a joke
While in your lips you hold a pipe;
Oh, there's nothing like a smoke!
In calm or breeze or storm,
Wherever you may sail or walk,
Let your clime be cold or warm,
Whether you be crossed or happy,
You can treat all as a joke
While in your lips you hold a pipe;
Oh, there's nothing like a smoke!
They say, some white-faced landsmen
At 'bacca make a fuss;
It may hurt such as they are,
But it's meat and drink to us;
Weak stomachs may kick at it;
But that's to us a joke;
We leave all that to landsmen;
Oh, there nothing like a smoke!
At 'bacca make a fuss;
It may hurt such as they are,
But it's meat and drink to us;
Weak stomachs may kick at it;
But that's to us a joke;
We leave all that to landsmen;
Oh, there nothing like a smoke!
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