Come, sirrah Jack, ho

1

Come, sirrah Jack, ho!

Fill some tobacco.

Bring a wire

And some fire;

Haste, haste away,

Quick, I say,

Do not stay,

Shun delay,

For I drank none good to day.

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I swear that this tobacco

Is perfect Trinidado;

By the very (very) Mass,

Never (never) was,

Better gear,

Than is here:

For the blood’Tis very good.

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2

Fill the pipe once more,

My brain dance Trenchmore.

It is heady, I am giddy.

My head and brains,

Back and reins,

Joints and veins,

From all pains

It doth well purge and make clean.

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Then those that do condemn it

Or such as not commend it,

Never were so wise;

Let them go

Pluck a crow,

And not know,

know the sweet of Trinidado.

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