From the Nashua Telegraph
GONG OF THE TOBACCO WORM.
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With ear-locks, soapy and long,
with whiskers frizzled and red,
A loafer sat with quid in his mouth,
A splitting, and muttering said


Work-work-w


These hands shall never pursue,
While / can obtain Longtime TO smoke,
Or plug of tobacco to chew,


And he spits-spits-spits,
When morn is breaking Drght'


Spits-spits-spits,
When Sol has climbed his height;
Spits-spits-spits,
With days expiring CLEAN,
And supperless, falling asleep on bench,
Keeps splitting away in his dream
For in his dream he dreams,
Il is by fate decreed,


That he is a great tobacco worm,
To extirpate the weed


And so he works away
To make his conquests sure


A free and enlightened citizen,
A snuffer, smoker, and chewer.


At market, church. or mill,
In business or prayer


Stage-coaches, cars, and BARRIERS shops,



He spits-spiis-spits,
Evening, noon, and morn;


And snuffs, and Puffs, and blows his nose,
AS fisherman blows his horn


Sweethearts and wives-look here!
Is this the man for you,


Whose nose is only fit to snuff,
His mouth to smoke apd chew
Spit-spit-spit--
o, it's nasty trick;
Enough to turn any lady fair,
Unless she be able to stomach bear,
Or loafer. enveloped in whiskers and halr,
Abominably sick.
Ye danes who mean to wed,
Come listen to my lay
Your charms, from all tobacco worms,
Forever turn away:
But, if you wear the yoke,
With resignation wear it
Nor skulk, nor scold, nor get the blues;
But if he snufs, and smokes, and chews,
Till pigtail quids are over shoes,
Dear madam, grin and bear il.