[Winifred:]
If girls and boys
Were asked what joys
They found the most entrancing,
Each boy would name His fav'rite game,
From "Ducks and Drakes" to dancing;
But girls with me Would all agree,
Although you think I'm joking,
With twinkling eye They'd make reply,
"The best of all is smoking." Ah!
Oh, sly cigarette!
Oh, fie, cigarette!
Why did you teach me to love you so,
When I have to pretend that I don't, you know?
[Girls:]
Oh, sly cigarette!
Oh, fie, cigarette!
Why did you teach me to love you so,
When I have to pretend that I don't, you know?
[Winifred:]
Oh, after school
To garden cool
How sweet it is to vanish;
To dream away Our time of play,
In smoke our lessons banish.
My head you turn'd When first I learn'd
My little friend to pet you;
I cough'd and chok'd Each time I smok'd,
But still I'm glad I met you, Ah!
Oh, sly cigarette!
Oh, fie, cigarette!
Why did you teach me to love you so,
When I have to pretend that I don't, you know?
[Girls:]
Oh, sly cigarette!
Oh, fie, cigarette!
Why did you teach me to love you so,
When I have to pretend that I don't, you know?