You may speak of your potions
With ardent devotion
Those mighty concoctions
As downward they flow
But I'll do you one better
Then Whiskey or Porter
That's stronger to savor
as Everyman knows
What is incense for tounges
And keeps Italians young?
What will cheer both your lungs
and your broken heart glad?
You'll be tasting the stuff
That gives storm clouds its fluff
When you take a puff
Of Tobacco my lad.
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