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Thomas Hood - The Cigar
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Some sigh for this and that, 
My wishes don`t go far;
The world may wag at will,
So I have my cigar. 

Some fret themselves to death
With Whig and Tory jar;
I don`t care which is in, 
So I have my cigar.

Sir John requests my vote,
And so does Mr. Marr;
I don`t care how it goes,
So I have my cigar. 

Some want a German row,
Some wish a Russian war;
I care not.  I`m at peace
So I have my cigar.

I never see the "Post,"
I seldom read the "Star;"
The "Globe" I scarcely heed,
So I have my cigar. 

Honors have come to men
My juniors at the Bar; 
No matter — I can wait,
So I have my cigar.

Ambition frets me not;
A cab or glory`s car
Are just the same to me, 
So I have my cigar.

I worship no vain gods,
But serve the household Lar;
I`m sure to be at home, 
So I have my cigar. 

I do not seek for fame,
A general with a scar;
A private let me be, 
So I have my cigar. 

To have my choice among
The toys of life`s bazaar,
The deuce may take them all 
So I have my cigar.

Some minds are often tost
By tempests like a tar;
I always seem in port,
So I have my cigar.

The ardent flame of love,
My bosom cannot char,
I smoke but do not burn,
So I have my cigar.

They tell me Nancy Low
Has married Mr. R.;
The jilt! but I can live,
So I have my cigar.
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