Dolly dear, Dolly dear,
Your sweetheart is dead—
and
Evie, Ivy, over,
The kettle is boiling over—
and
Up in the North, a long way off,
The donkey’s got the whooping-cough—
and
Turn your back, you saucy cat,
Dolly dear, Dolly dear,
Your sweetheart is dead—
and
Evie, Ivy, over,
The kettle is boiling over—
and
Up in the North, a long way off,
The donkey’s got the whooping-cough—
and
Turn your back, you saucy cat,