Full moon in tow, I jig in its light
This means one thing,
It is time to reap what I sowed.
Rays of moonlight filter through the smoky
Haze of smoke trailing up from my pipe,
It’s hard to jig whilst a lit pipe jostles amongst my teeth.
Nonetheless I have made my sacrifice of sweet,
Virginian tobacco to the heavenly moon goddess
To a good harvest, I pray.
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