My First Cigar

Twas in a quiet alley, One glorious smnmer dny, I sat upon : djy-gdn&a b, And 3rew tod puffea uwnv; And as the curly Miioke And Boatad pn the mr. I sudilenlv grew awlnl sick - U was my rirst cigar. I Iraned across the dry-poods box, Turnad ktnoM düwi pale. Ah I whai diil 1 at such b tune, Kor smoking secm to care, Ahis the tifintilin tcar prodalmtd, H wus my lirst ciiiar. l've swallowed goh of CUtor oil, And took pills by the KOTi ; Heen turned aiul iwistcd inside out A dozen times or more; lïut sickness 1 h.t. m.-rfelt, Whicii couid wiih ttuU compara, When Ti tluit lonely alk y 1 snioked my tirst cijfar.