Come sirrah Jack ho

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.