Page 43—Dolly Land

Dolly Tumbled out of Bed
'Tis very well to smile—now,
But you gave me such a fright,
When I missed you, darling Dolly,
In the middle of the night.
I thought we played together,
And you fell into a stream;
Yet I said—just half awaking—
"'Tis nothing but a dream.
"For safe upon my pillow
Lies her curly golden hair,"
Then I reached my hand to touch you,
But I couldn't find you there.
I felt so sad and lonely
That I cried, but all in vain;
So to see if I could find you,
I went off to sleep again.
Now, fancy! in the morning
There you were, all safe and right;
And nurse said, "Here's poor Dolly,
Been upon the floor all night!"
Your pretty curls are tangled,
They were so nice and smooth before;
So promise, Dolly darling,
You will tumble out no more!
Dolly and I
I love my dear dolly;
I'll tell you her name,
I called her "Sweet Polly"
The day that she came.
My Uncle John brought her
From over the sea;
And no one shall part us,
My dolly and me.
She has cheeks like red roses,
And eyes blue and bright,
That open with daylight,
And close with the night.
She cries, and says, "Mam-ma,
Mam-mam-ma," so well,
That it is not a baby
You scarcely can tell.
You know, I'm her own ma;
A small one, you'll say,
But just right for dolly,
Who wants nought but play.
No teaching, no training,
Few clothes and no food;
And I like being her ma,
Because she's so good.
Dolly's Broken Arm
Mamma, do send for Doctor Man,
And tell him to be quick,
My dolly fell and broke her arm,
So she is very sick.
I thought that she was fast asleep,
And laid her on her bed,
But down she dropped upon the floor;
O dear! she's almost dead!
Poor dolly! she was just as brave,
And did not cry at all;
Do you suppose she ever can
Get over such a fall?
But when the doctor mends her arm,
And wraps it up so tight,
Then I will be her little nurse,
And watch her all the night.
And if she only will get well,
And does not lose her arm,
I'll never let her fall again,
Nor suffer any harm.
Little Polly
Little Polly,
Had a dolly,
With a curly wig;
And Miss Polly
And her dolly,
Often danced a jig.
Also Polly
had a collie,
A fine dog was he;
Blithe and jolly,
Jumped round Polly,
Barking loud with glee.
One day Polly
Knocked her dolly,
Broke its pretty head.
"Oh, fie, Polly!
Don't hurt dolly,"
Said her brother Ned.
Then did Polly
Take up Dolly,
Throw it on the floor.
Said Miss Polly,
In her folly
"I will play no more."
Up ran collie,
Seized poor dolly,
Ran off to a friend.
Friend helped collie
To tear up dolly—
That was poor dolly's end.

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