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My Old Dudeen (MacEdward Leach)
See also: My Old Dudeen (Kenneth Peacock)

It's of Sir Walter Raleigh,
I think that was his name,
He first brought over tobacco,
from America he came;
He might have been a jinker,
it's plainly to be seen,
And only for him I wouldn't be
smoking my old dudeen.

My dudeen, my do-de-en,
you are so dear to me,
I long to see the smoke curl up
when I am through my tea;
In dry or rainy weather
my friend you'll always be,
But upon my word I'll never,
never part with me old dudeen.

My wife she starts to grumble,
I takes it all in fun,
For that's the only way
to stop a woman's tongue;
The devil a word I'll ever speak
only lets her have her fling,
And up in the corner I will sit
and smoke my old dudeen.

My dudeen, my do-de-en,
you are so dear to me,
I long to see the smoke curl up
when I am through my tea;
In dry or rainy weather
my friend you'll always be,
But upon my word I'll never,
never part with me old dudeen.

When I was young and courting,
Oftentimes I might be seen,
With Bridgett up into my arms,
And in me gob me old dudeen.

My dudeen, my do-de-en,
you are so dear to me,
I long to see the smoke curl up
when I am through my tea;
In dry or rainy weather
my friend you'll always be,
But upon my word I'll never,
never part with me old dudeen.

There was whisky rum and porter,
And lots of the old poteen,
But the only thing that he would like,
Was a drag from his old dudeen.

My dudeen, my do-de-en,
you are so dear to me,
I long to see the smoke curl up
when I am through my tea;
In dry or rainy weather
my friend you'll always be,
But upon my word I'll never,
never part with me old dudeen.

The king he went to Ireland
and a country for to see,
He had his choice of everything
that ever there could be;
In dry or rainy weather
my friend you'll always be,
But upon my word I'll never,
never part with me old dudeen.

The rich man smokes tobacco,
the Spaniard cigarettes,
And the German smokes cigars
ten miles from to;
In dry or rainy weather
my friend you'll always be,
But upon my word I'll never,
never part with me old dudeen.

Now when I'm dead come to me wake,
There will be lots of the old poteen,
And into me gob, so help me bob,
You'll find my old dudeen.

####.... Variant of a 19th-century songsheet, Little Old Dudeen, with lyrics by Ed Harrigan and music by John Braham, published in Boston, MA, 1875 ....####

Sung in 1950 by Michael (Mike) A Kent [1904-1997] of Cape Broyle, NL, and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).

Also collected in 1951 from Michael (Mike) A Kent [1904-1997] by Kenneth Peacock and published as My Old Dudeen in Songs Of The Newfoundland Outports, Volume 2, pp.377-378, by the National Museum of Canada (1965) Crown Copyrights Reserved.

From the Dictionary of Newfoundland English:
Dudeen - short-stemmed tobacco pipe, similar to an Irish dudee made of clay.

According to The History Of Tobacco Part I by Gene Borio, in 1535 Jacques Cartier encountered natives who used tobacco on the island of Montreal. Tobacco wasn't introduced to England until 1564 or 1565 by Sir John Hawkin and/or his crew. For the next twenty years in England tobacco was used chiefly by sailors, including those employed by Sir Francis Drake, who introduced smoking to Sir Walter Raleigh in 1585. In 1586 Ralph Lane, first governor of Virginia, taught Sir Walter Raleigh to smoke the long-stemmed clay pipe Lane is credited with inventing. In July of that same year tobacco arrived in English society when some of the Virginia colonists returned to England and disembarked at Plymouth smoking tobacco from pipes, which caused a sensation.


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