'WHENEVER you dress me dolls, mammy, Why do you dress them so, And make them gallant soldiers, When never a one I know; And not as gentle ladies With frills and frocks and curls, As people dress the dollies Of other little girls?' Ah - why did she not answer: - 'Because your mammy's heed Is always gallant soldiers, As well may be, indeed. One of them was your daddy, His name I must not tell; He's not the dad who lives here, But one I love too well.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WORKING PARTY by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THE WALKER OF THE SNOW by CHARLES DAWSON SHANLY COMPARISON OF LOVE TO A STREAM FALLING FROM THE ALPS by THOMAS WYATT CIRCUS AT NIGHT by MADELEINE AARON THE BUTTERFLY by MARGARET AVISON SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 20. 'SONG IS NOT DEAD' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) MARATHON, SELECTION by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES |