Come sirrah Jacke, hoe!
Fill some tobacco,
Bring a wire and some Fire,
Hast, hast away, quick I say, do not stay, shun delay,
For I dranke none good today:
I sweare that this tobacco it's perfect Trinidado;
By the very very mass; never, never, never was
better gere than is here, by the roode , for the bioud,             By thr cross.
It is very very good, 'tis very good
Fill the pipe once more,
My brains daunce Trenchmore.             A country dance.
It is heady, I am giddy,
My head and braines, back and raines, loints and vaines, from all pains It doth well purge and make cleane.
Then those that doe Condemne it, or such as not commend it,
Never were so wise to learne, good Tobacco to diseeme:
Let them go, pluck a crow, and not know as I do
Ale sweet of Trinidado.