Tobacco Union

Come old and young come hear me tell
How strong tobacco smokers smell.
It ruins a man and stains his clothes,
And makes a chimney of his nose
In this tobacco union.

They take the money from the poor,
And carry it to their neighbour's door,
To slip away to some man's store,
There to buy tobacco more
To burn and smoke in union.

And then you'll go to church and view
The people there who use it too.
They'll spit upon the carpet floor
Until it spreads a foot or more,
And sing of heavenly union.

The ladies they are nice, it's true,
But they have learned to use it too.
'Twould almost make a monkey laugh
To see them sit and spit upon the grass
And talk of a married union.

Sometimes the twist so large within,
The juice runs down and stains their chin.
At this I have always have to grin,
And think there is no little sin
In this tobacco union.