This is the oldest source I can find:

From The Yale Literary Magazine, Vol. 14, No. 3 (New Haven: A. H. Maltby, January, 1849), page 122:


SMOKING SONG.
Air—''Sparkling and bright."

1. Floating away, like the fountain's spray,
Or the snow-white plume of a maiden,
The smoke-wreaths rise to the star-lit skies,
With blissful fragrance laden.

CHORUS: Then smoke away, till a golden ray
Lights up the dawn of the morrow,
For a cheerful cigar, like a shield, will bar
The blows of care and sorrow.

2. The leaf burns bright, like the gems of light
That flash in the braids of Beauty:
It nerves each heart for the hero's part
On the battle-plain of duty.

3. In the thoughtful gloom of his darkened room
Sits the child of song and story,
And his heart is light, for his pipe beams bright,
And his dreams are all of glory.

4. By the blazing fire sits the gray-haired sire,
And infant arms surround him;
And he smiles on all in that quaint old hall,
While the smoke-curls float around him.

5. In the forests grand of our native land,
When the savage conflict ended,
The "Pipe of Peace" brought a sweet release
From toil and terror blended.

6. The dark-eyed train of the maids of Spain
'Neath their arbor-shades trip lightly,
And a gleaming cigar, like a new-born star,
In the clasp of their lips burns brightly.

7. It warms the soul, like the blushing bowl
With its rose-red burden streaming,
And drowns it in bliss, like the first warm kiss
From the lips with love-buds teeming.

8. Floating away, like the moon's pale ray,
Or the bridal veil of a maiden,
The smoke-wreaths rise to the star-lit skies,
With glorious day-dreams laden.