Dolly Town
Have you ever been down to Dolly Town?
The sight would do you good
There the dollies walk,
And the dollies talk,
And they ride about
In a grand turn-out,
With a coachman thin
Who is made of tin,
And a footman made of wood
There are very fine houses in Dolly Town,
Red, and green and blue;
And a doctor, too,
Who has much to do,
Just to mend their toes
And their arms and nose,
When they tumble down
And crack their crown
And the stuff they take is glue
But the finest sight in Dolly Town
That place to children dear—
Is no dolly at all,
Though so neat and small
If you've time to spare,
Go on tiptoe there,
See the pretty girl, the rose, the pearl,
Who is Queen of Dolly Town
My Little Doll Rose
I have a little doll,
I take care of her clothes
She has soft flaxen hair,
And her name is Rose
She has pretty blue eyes,
And a very small nose,
And a cunning little mouth,
And her name is Rose
I have a little sofa
Where my dolly may repose,
Or sit up like a lady;
And her name is Rose
My doll can move her arms,
And can stand upon her toes,
She can make a pretty curtsey
My dear little Rose
How old is your dolly?
Very young I suppose,
For she cannot go alone,
My pretty little Rose
Indeed I cannot tell
In poetry or prose
How beautiful she is,
My darling little Rose.
E. Follen
Sewing For Dolly
Such a busy little mother!
Such a pretty little "child"!
Did you ever see a dolly
With a face more sweet and mild?
Such a comfort to her mother,
Who is busy all the day,
And who never finds a moment
With her little girl to play
There are dresses to be altered,
There are aprons to be made,
"For my child in wardrobe matters
Must not be thrown in shade"
Says the busy little mother,
As she clips and works away,
And a brand new dress for Dolly
Will be made this very day
The Lost Doll
I once had a sweet little doll, dears,
The prettiest doll in the world;
Her cheeks were so red and so white, dears,
And her hair was so charmingly curled.
But I lost my poor little doll, dears,
As I played in the heath one day;
I cried for her more than a week, dears,
But I could never find where she lay.
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.
Charles Kingsley
Dolly's Patchwork Counterpane
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!
The Wooden Doll
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.
Buy My Dolls
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.

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