Boy! bring an Ounce of Freeman's best,

And bid the Vicar be my Guest:

Let all be plac'd in Manner due, 

A Pot, wherein to spit, or spue,

And London Journal, and Free Briton,

Of Use to light a Pipe, or * *

This Village, unmolested yet

By Troopers, shall be my Retreat:

Who cannot flatter, bribe, betray;

Who cannot write or vote for *.

Far from the Vermin of the Town,

Here let me rather live, my own,

Doze o'er a Pipe, whose Vapour bland

In sweet Oblivion lulls the Land;

Of all, which at Vienna passes,

As ignorant as * * Brass is:

And scorning Rascals to caress,

Extol the Days of good Queen Bess,

When first Tobacco blest our Isle,

Then think of other Queens—and smile.

Come jovial Pipe, and bring along

Midnight, Revelry and Song;

The merry Catch, the Madrigal,

That echoes sweet in City Hall;

The Parson's Pun, the smutty Tale

Of Country Justice, o'er his Ale.

I ask not what the French are doing,

Or Spain to compass —'s Ruin:

Britons, if undone, can go, 

Where Tobacco loves to grow.