Old Black Jacko

Old Black Jacko
  Smokes tobacco
  In his little pipe of clay.
Puff, puff, puff,
He never has enough
  Though he smokes it all day.

But his lubra says, "Mine tink dat Jacky
Him shmoke plenty too much baccy."

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