American Old Time Song Lyrics: 22 My Last Cigar
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 22
MY LAST CIGAR.
Copyright, 1884, by James M. Hubbard.
'Twas off the blue Canaries,
A glorious Summer day,
I sat upon the quarter deck
And whiffed my cares away.
And as the volumed smoke arose
Like incense in the air,
I breathed a sigh to think in soothe
It was my last cigar;
I breathed a sigh to think in soothe
It was my last cigar.
I leaned upon the quarter rail
And looked down in the sea,
E'en there the purple wreath of smoke
Was curling gracefully.
Oh, what had I at such a time
To do with wasting care?
Alas! the trembling tear proclaimed
It was my last cigar;
Alas! the trembling tear proclaimed
It was my last cigar.
I watched the ashes as they came
Fast drawing towards the end,
I watched it as a friend would watch
Beside a dying friend;
But still the name crept slowly on,
It vanished into air;
I threw it from me-spare the talc;-
It was my last cigar;
I threw it from me-spare the tale-
It was my last cigar.
I've seen the land of all I love
Fade in distance dim,
I've watched with pain the blighted heart
Where once proud hope hath been;
Yet I have never known a sorrow,
That could with that compare-
When off the blue Canaries
I smoked my last cigar;
When off the blue Canaries
I smoked my last cigar.