Indian weed

The Indian Weed Caterpillar (Australothis rubrescens) is a moth of the Noctuidae family.

They 'chaff' Shakespeare about his affection for his 'sovereign;' great Gloriana's praises are stained with sack in taverns, and perfumed with the Indian weed.

It begins--- * This Indian weed now withered quite, * Tho' green at noon, cut down at night, * Shows thy decay; * All flesh is hay.

TOBACCO'S but an Indian weed, Grows green in the morn, cut down at eve; It shows our decay, We are but clay; Think of this when you smoke tobacco!

I'm Not Really Here Televise My Fears Intro (Burner Verse) West Indian Weed Woman Quand Vient La Nuit Avez-Vous Faim?

Our Last Cigarette The earliest smoking song I've ever come across is "Tobacco's But an Indian Weed"--from the late 1600s, which seems a bit slow off the mark: Sir Walter Raleigh had brought the first tobacco leaves back from the colonies to Queen Elizabeth almost a century earlier.