My mother oft told me be sure and take heed,
And beware of the boys who were using the weed,
You would know by their eyes and their noses and looks
They paid little attention to Scripture or books.

Did she read about Pharoh when hunting the Jews
Who ran into the Red Sea and wet his new shoes?
They say that the reason he chased with such spite
Was, a chap of the Kelly's had stole his new pipe.

Did she read about Jonah when down in the whale?
He'd a Broughderg pipe he brought from Innisfail:
The whale he being angry through the ocean he ploughed
And he called down to Jonah "No smoking allowed!"

Did she read about Noah when steering the Ark?
He tried to cast anchor on Mount Ararat;
Being sick of the voyage his brow he did wipe
And he called to Pat Murphy to light his wee pipe.

I'm sure now the Greeks got the first of ach(?) pot
And there they sat down and they drank the whole lot
They lit up their dudheers and talked about Greece
And set off to Broughderg in search of the fleece.

So boys don't buy a meerchaum nor yet a briar root,
But just a wee cutty as black as the spot,
For unless that your rose is as long as a snipe
The shorter and blacker the sweeter the pipe.