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
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
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
My juniors at the Bar;
No matter — I can wait,
So I have my cigar.
Ambition frets me not;
A cab or glory's
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
The toys of life's bazaar,
The deuce may take them all So I have my cigar.
Some minds are often
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
Has married Mr.
R.;
The jilt! but I can live,
So I have my cigar.
