Part 2 — No 95 TOBACCO IS AN INDIAN WEED

1 Tobacco is an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, is cut down at eve; It shows our decay; We fade as hay. Think on this,—when you smoke tobacco. 2 The pipe that is so lily-white, Wherein so many take delight, Gone with a touch; Man's life is such, Think on this,—when you smoke tobacco. 3 The pipe that is so foul within, Shews how the soul is stained with sin; It doth require The purging fire. Think on this,—when you smoke tobacco. 4 The ashes that are left behind, Do serve to put us all in mind, That unto dust, Return we must. Think on this,—when you smoke tobacco. 5 The smoke that doth so high ascend, Shows that our life must have an end; The vapours' gone, Man's life is done. Think on this,—when you smoke tobacco.