Come sirrah Jack ho, fill some Tobacco, bring a wire and some fire, haste away, quick I say, do not stay shun delay, for I drank none good today. I swear that this Tobacco it's perfect Trinidado by the very Mass never was better gear than is here by the rood, for the blood it is very good 'tis very good. Fill the pipe once more, my brains 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. Then those that do condemn it, or such as not commend it, never were so wise to learn good Tobacco to discern Let them go, pluck a crow, and not know, as I do, the sweet of Trinidado.
trenchmore = a type of dance
reins = kidneys
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Thomas Weelkes (1576 - 1623), "Come sirrah Jack ho", published 1608 [three-part chorus a cappella], from the collection Ayres or Phantasticke Sprits for Three Voices, no. 6, Thomas Este, London [text verified 1 time]
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