Just found this in Michael Newton's The Naughty Little Book of Gaelic (Cape Breton University Press: 2014). This Ode to a Snuff Box was first printed in 1780, but Newton says it could well be older. It's originally in Gaelic, but I've omitted that here.
Welcome to you, O box
And your good powder along with you:Good, sharp, brown tobaccoWhich causes a workhorse to fart.
Stripped, crushed and roasted:It will sidestep the noseAnd reach the brain:It will revive the spirit of the old womanWho lost it seven years previous.
There is no disease of the bloodOr repeated swellingOr any nature of sicknessIn a person