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 tobacco
Which causes a workhorse to fart.
Stripped, crushed and roasted:
It will sidestep the nose
And reach the brain:
It will revive the spirit of the old woman
Who lost it seven years previous.
There is no disease of the blood
Or repeated swelling
Or any nature of sickness
In a person