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There’s sweet tobacco here, of every kind, Sweeter than honey in the hollow tree, Or sugar in the sugar-cane, you’ll find, Or dew-drop in the hollyhock can be; Cigars whose smoke floats lightly round the eye, As round the buttercup the butterfly; Cigars that one would die to smoke, then smoke to die! Here lie long-nines beside, And plugs no teeth have ever tried, And all the earth is snuff too, far and wide, And in the craggy rocks the cigarettos hide!