The "smoker" reciter / selections from J.M. Barrie [and others] ; edited by Alfred H. Miles.

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[1902]
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Credit: The "smoker" reciter / selections from J.M. Barrie [and others] ; edited by Alfred H. Miles. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    MY OLD DHUDEEN. HENRY LLOYD. Air—Love's Young Dream. Oh, the days are gone when lollypops My heart could move ; When sugar-sticks and almond rock Were my first love : Inventions sweet And succulent, Made childhood all serene ; Now there’s nothing half so sweet in life As my old Dhudeen ; Yes, there’s nothing half so sweet in life As my old Dhudeen. For the youth will tire at last of sweets When “ down ” appears, And he wears a collar in the streets That hides his ears : The vile “ Pickwick ” May make him sick, And turn his visage green, Yet there’s nothing half so sweet in life As his old Dhudeen ; Oh ! there’s nothing half so sweet in life As his old Dhudeen. Oh ! my early smoke I’ll ne’er forget— That made me queer ; Or the time when I my parent met, Who pulled my ear. But now I’m old, And weak and cold. And on my stick I lean, And there’s nothing half so sweet in life As my old Dhudeen ; Oh ! there’s nothing half so sweet in life As my old Dhudeen.