Tobacco’s but an Indian weed
Grows green at dawn, cut down at eve
It shows our decay
We are but clay
Think of 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 of this when you smoke tobacco

The pipe that is so foul within
Shows how the soul is stained with sin
It doth require
The purging fire
Think of 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 of this when you smoke tobacco

The smoke that doth so high ascend
Shows that our life must have an end
The vapor’s gone
Man’s life is done
Think of this when you smoke tobacco