Folks say she is terribly changed, dears, For her paint is all washed away, And her arms trodden off by the cows, dears, And her hair is not the least bit curled; Yet for old sake's sake she is still, dears, The prettiest doll in the world.
Oh, Mary, see what the nurse has found, Such store of pieces in my box! Some green, and some with lilac ground. They'll make such lovely blocks
She says she'll teach me how to make A counterpane for Dolly's bed, This lovely piece I first will take, With sprays of roses white and red
And thin this piece with purple spots Will look so pretty next to that! I'll keep my cotton free from knots, And make my stitches neat and flat
And "when I've finished it," she says She'll line it with a square of white. Oh, Dolly dear! your little bed Will be a most enchanting sight!
I'm but a wooden doll, Have neither wit nor grace; And very clumsy in my joints And yet I know my place.
Most people laugh at a wooden doll, And wooden I may be, But little children love me much And that's enough for me.
When I am dressed in fine long clothes, In fur, and silk, and lace, I think myself I'm not so bad And yet I know my place.
Let people laugh--I know I'm wood: Wax I can never be; But little children think I'm grand-- That's quite enough for me.
Come buy my dolls, my pretty dolls: Come buy my dolls, I pray: I've such a heap, And I sell so cheap, I almost give them away.
I've waxen dolls, and china dolls, And dollies made of gum, Some are small, And some are tall, Some talk and some are dumb.
Bald head dolls, and dolls with hair, All beauties in their way-- So very nice, So low in price, Please buy my dolls to-day.
Laughing dolls, and crying dolls; Dolls of various ages, Infant dolls, And lady dolls, Dolls in all the stages.
Go where you may, you will not find Such bargains as are these Make my heart light, Buy them to night, To grace your Christmas trees.
[Illustration: Doctor Charlie and His Patient.]
Run for the doctor! Dolly's very sick! Mary, you'll have to go, I cannot leave her; Tell him to pack his bottles And come quick; I think she has got A very dangerous fever."
In stalks a hat and cane; If you look close, You'll see Doctor Charlie, Somewhere under; He takes a pinch of snuff And blows his nose, While poor sick Dolly Seems to stare in wonder.