Lynchburg daily Virginian. [volume] (Lynchburg [Va.]) 1852-1861, 1859-05-28
Daily Tir9iniau.

MY MEERSCHAUM.

MY MEERSC M.
Aoron How now yc secrct, black aud midnight hass,
hat is 10 ye dor
MAslatr-A deed without a name. A LosawAIs Aher
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SHAKESPEARE kadsr~ised
Should you ask me of my Mecrshaum,
Ask me truly how 1t came,
Ask me who twas, got 1t from,
Ask me IL il IL the same,
As when first received M
I should tell you, | should answer,
In the mildest, sweetest strain,
received il while in Richmond,
From gay young gentleman.
One, who knows II rope or two,
One, who does nj rare and rant,
One. who really tells yon true,
That he has seen the Elephant
In looking for this Mccrshaum,
In searching for this Mecrsrhaum great,
With its quartctte silver bands,
Encirrlcd round its form of late
Twas brought by him from distant lands,
To this one, of stars and stripes
With its colors bright aud gay,
As the one, the brcezcs wipes,
Every sweet refreshing day
Suppose now reveal his nnme,
know tina, | viii not he LYON,
When ! thus expose the same,
With "A surname pronounced B-I-L-I.-Y,
Aud bright gay youth ut TINT,
Truly far more wise thnn silly,
Neither tall nor slim, nor fat,
I,o that Is the business man,
OF the Yankee Gal and Irish Boy
lie that leads tins ductt clan,
On to scenes of mrth and joy,
Brought this pipe across the ocean,
Brought II from Dld Englands shore,
Brought il with tho pure devotion,
TO return IT, never more,
Smoked this pipe with pure desire,
Smoked il we'll in every town,
Smoked il by the blazing fire,
Till II was mahogany brown,
Till tho stem was perfect black,
Till the howl WIS near the same,
And all without II flaw or crack,
In its even tempered grain.
But alas Oh fatal day,
In cleaning ont the black ned cole,
feel ashamed but must say,
broke il, close of to the bowl,
I.rokc it there NIL pleasure ended,
Broke it. ere amy two could wink,
Broke it, but gol II mendcd,
As strong IA any one could think.
And in the iutcrum took another,
OF the Pow -hattanni tribe,
Perhaps twas pocahontas father,
A near ms | can well describe,
hut ils fumes were not Ms sweet,
As the one | smoked before,
So threw IT in the street,
And got mine from the iewcl'rs store,
And filled its precious little bowl,
With XIII kinnick from Old Diminion,
Which think upon my soul,
As good ns any, in my opinion,
Just like the real ll,nna ripe,
Which is laughing all the while,
As yon place it in your pipe
The weary hours 10 begue.
If you ask me where you get It,
Where you get this precious weed
will tell YOU don't forget it,
Lynchbnrg will supply your need,
Lynchburg, by the James river,
Lynchburg, 'mong the mountains Wild
Where each and every first rate liver,
Smokes this charming weed SO mild,
Smokes il in the morning soon,
Smokes it nt Meridian,
Smoke il, Till they almost swoon,
Smoke it, nny where they can,
And If by chance lis forgot
Aud for n moment out of sight,
| really tell You it is not,
Forgotten in their dreams at night,
Not forgot because their fond,
OF smoking good Tobacco sweet
Which they purchase hy the pound,
At every corner OF the street.
'ris the mart of all creation,
The only place to buy it sure,
| say IT, without hesitation,
The only place to get 1t pure,
Where to rear it, il pride,
In doing which there's no mistakes,
Where It's sold and not denied,
Every morning ai the Breaks.
Thus then ends my Mecrschnums fame,
And I'll close without n name.