The man with two pipEs

 So I walks down town with ma two long pips

 Ma limbs do throb and aroma is rip’

 Ma bows and grins to a maid walking past

 But sticks ma nos’ in the air aghast

 At all th’folk  who look and laugh

 at ma pips, wher’ smok’ is ris’n up,

 what is wrong with havin’ two old pips

 hangin’ out of my old wrinkl’d lips?