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Come sirrah Jacke, hoe! Fill some tobacco, Bring a wire and some Fire, Hast, hast away, quick I say, do not stay, shun delay, For I dranke none good today: I sweare that this tobacco it's perfect Trinidado;
By the very very mass; never, never, never was better gere than is here, by the roode, for the bloud, By the cross. It is very very good, 'tis very good. Fill the pipe once more, My brains daunce Trenchmore. A country dance.
It is heady, I am giddy, My head and braines, back and raines, Ioints and vaines, from all pains It doth well purge and make cleane.
Then those that doe Condemne it, or such as not commend it, Never were so wise to learne, good Tobacco to discerne: Let them go, pluck a crow, and not know as I do The sweet of Trinidado.
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