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THERE'S NOTHING LIKE A SMOKE.
There's nothing like a smoke;
To that I'll firmly stick ; Give me a pipe for comfort,
Whether, lads, I'm well or sick; Take anything away you like
But that, 'twill be a joke; But leave me still my blessed pipe;
Oh, there's nothing like a smoke !
One's fancy, it knows change
In friendship and in love, But to 'bacca all are constant,
For it's, love and friends, above ; Take my lass or take my glass;
Their loss I'll hold a joke While you leave me still my blessed pipe ; Oh, there's nothing like a smoke !