by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Come sirrah Jack ho
Language: English 
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


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