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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 on the heath one day,

And I cried for her more than a week, dears,

And I never could find where she lay.

I found my poor little doll, dears,

As I played on the heath one day;

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 not the least bit curled:

Yet for old time’s sake, she is still to me

The prettiest doll in the world.