The Lost Doll

IONCE The prettiest hadasweet doll little doll, dears, Her cheeks were so red and white, dears, And her hair was so charmingly curled. But I lost my poor little doll, dears, As I played on the heath one day; AndI cried for her more than a week, dears, But I never could find where she lay. THE SWING Ifound my poor little doll, dears, As I played on the heath oneday; Folks say she is terribly changed, dears, For her paint is all washed away, Andher arms trodden off by the cows, dears, Andher hair not the least bit curled; Yet for old sakes' sake, she is still, dears, The prettiest doll inthe world.