JACK DAWE

I.—Before.Jack Dawe a new idea possessedThat would not let that young man rest;He watched with care his grandpapaIndulging in a big cigar,And argued, “Smoking is, I guess,The outward sign of manliness.”II.—After.So from the box abstracting one,He took good care his prep. to shun,And perched upon a shady stile,He puffed away with sickly smile;But soon slid down with aching head,Stole home “quite cured,” and crept to bed.

I.—Before.

Jack Dawe a new idea possessedThat would not let that young man rest;He watched with care his grandpapaIndulging in a big cigar,And argued, “Smoking is, I guess,The outward sign of manliness.”

Jack Dawe a new idea possessed

That would not let that young man rest;

He watched with care his grandpapa

Indulging in a big cigar,

And argued, “Smoking is, I guess,

The outward sign of manliness.”

II.—After.

So from the box abstracting one,He took good care his prep. to shun,And perched upon a shady stile,He puffed away with sickly smile;But soon slid down with aching head,Stole home “quite cured,” and crept to bed.

So from the box abstracting one,

He took good care his prep. to shun,

And perched upon a shady stile,

He puffed away with sickly smile;

But soon slid down with aching head,

Stole home “quite cured,” and crept to bed.

“Hurrah, boys, the early morningIs the time for play!Faithful Donald stands in waiting;Let us haste away.”

“Hurrah, boys, the early morning

Is the time for play!

Faithful Donald stands in waiting;

Let us haste away.”

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