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Oh! is there any cause to fear

That dol-ly will be very ill?

To cure my lit-tle dar-ling here,

Pray, doc-tor, use your ut-most skill.

And dol-ly, if you would get well,

Hold out your arm, that Dr. Gray

May feel your tiny pulse, and tell

What best will take the pain a-way.

And do not say: "I will not touch

That nas-ty phy-sic, nor the pill."

If lit-tle dolls will eat too much,

They must not won-der if they're ill.

If your mam-ma ate too much cake,

She would be very poor-ly too,

And nas-ty phy-sic have to take;

And, lit-tle dol-ly, so must you.