Come sirrah Jack ho, Fill some tobacco, Bring a wire and some fire, Haste haste away, quick I say, do not stay, shun delay, for I drank none good today.
Fill the pipe once more My brains dance Trench more! it is heady, i am giddy. my head and brains Back and reins Joints and veins from all pains it doth well purge and make clean.
I swear that this tobacco Is perfect Trinidad-o; By the very very Mass, never never was better gear than is here, by the rood, for the blood, it is very very good, 'tis very good. then those that do condemn it or such as not condemn it never were so wise to learn good tobacco to discern let them go pluck a crow and not know as i do the sweet of Trinidado, Trinidado!