You broke my pipe?
Ay, ay, I broke your pipe .
And may I ask you why?
Because all day
You sat there, sulking, with no word to say
To your own wife — puffing in smoke away
Nigh a week's earnings in your dirty clay.

And so you broke my pipe. If you but knew
The thoughts that I've been burning in that old clay,
Trying to puff the bitterness away,
To spare you! But it had to come some day:
And, since I cannot smoke, I'll say my say!