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When little dolls in Nurs'ry Street, Do anything that's wrong; Throw stones, or knock each other down, Policeman comes along. "Move on, move on," Policeman cries; Be sure they never fail; For if they did not move at once, He'd take them off to jail. |
Mollie.
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Mollie's frock is crimson, Her petticoat's of lace; Mollie's hair is golden, And curls about her face. Mollie's friends are many, She's off to visit one; Mollie takes her sunshade, To keep away the sun. |
Mollie.
The Swinging Clown.