Author Topic: Add: Tobacco is An Indian Weed


Pip Freeman

Posted - 08 Nov 03 - 12:57 pm

Tobacco is an Indian weed,
Grows green at morn, is cut down at eve;
We fade as hay,
Think on this,-when you smoke tobacco.

The pipe that is so lily-white,
Wherein so many take delight,
Gone with a touch;
Man's life is such,
Think on this,- when you smoke tobacco.

The pipe that is so foul within,
Shews how the soul is stained with sin;
It doth require
The purging fire.
Think on this,-when you smoke tobacco.

The ashes that are left behind,
Do serve to put us all in mind,
That unto dust,
Return we must.
Think on this,-when you smoke tobacco.

The smoke that doth so high ascend,
Shows that our life must have an end;
The vapours' gone,
Man's life is done.
Think on this,-when you smoke tobacco.

Source: Songs of the West S. Baring-Gould.

Notes:
Baring Gould notes:
This old and famous song was written, it is thought, by George Withers, as Mr Collier found a copy of it in MS. of the date of James I, with his initials to it. It is found in "Merry Drollery Complete," 1670, and on a Broadside dated 1672. We give the tune to which it is sung around Dartmoor and in Cornwall; this is entirely distinct from that sung elsewhere, as in printed by Chapell, ii p.564, which is the air given by D'Urfey in his "Pills to Purge Melancholy,"
A Somerset version was sung at the Folk-Song Competition at Frome, 1904. Snatches of the song are given in "Handy Andy," so that we may assume that it is also well known among the Irish peasantry; another instance of the way in which English songs have travelled into Ireland.
We took down our tune from John Potter, Merripit, Postbridge, and from Anne Roberts, Scobbetor, and H. Westaway, Belstone; also one obtained from an old man at Newton Abbot, sent to me.
In the original ballad, reprinted in Bell's "Songs and Ballads of the English Peasantry," there are many more stanzas than we can give here.

Added to database here.



masato sakurai

Posted - 14 Dec 03 - 01:28 am

Editions at Bodleian Library Broadside Ballads are:

tobacco is an indian weed [first line]

tobacco is an indian weed [title]






Leadfingers

Posted - 14 Dec 03 - 01:35 am

Thought the first verse had the lines :-

It shows our decay,

We Are but clay .

The first verse as shown seems at least to be missing a phrase !!






masato sakurai

Posted - 14 Dec 03 - 02:07 am

Leadfingers, you're right. The "It shows our decay" line is missing (the PDF in the Database is correct, though).

An addition to the Bodleian links above:

tobacco's but an indian weed [first line].






Jon Freeman

Posted - 14 Dec 03 - 04:16 am

Thanks Leadfingers & masato. in the version used, we have it as "It shows our decay; We fade as hay.". I have updated the song db to show our missing line. In line with our normal policy, I have not altered the thread which still shows the song as we first entered it.




Pip Freeman

Posted - 14 Dec 03 - 09:20 am

With apologies for missing out a line, how is it when you think you have checked and double checked, that you can still make silly mistakes.

I could say in the immortal words of Captain Mannering of Dad's Army, 'I wondered if anyone would spot that' ;>)



John from Hull

Posted - 14 Dec 03 - 12:17 pm

Don't panic! don't panic!

John


John


Pip Freeman

Posted - 14 Dec 03 - 03:52 pm

'And don't tell him yer name Pip'


Leadfingers

Posted - 14 Dec 03 - 03:54 pm

EVEN I have been known to make the occasional mistake Pip.

'Sneaks away before people start throwing things'






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