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 in the heath one day; And I cried for her more than a week, dears, But I never could find where she lay. I found my poor little doll, dears, As I played in the heath one day; Folks say she is terribly changed, dears, For her paint is all washed away, And her arm trodden off by the cows, dears, And her hair not the least bit curled: Yet, for old sakes' sake she is still, dears, The prettiest doll in the world. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES INSCRIBED UPON A CUP FORMED FROM A SKULL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE BROKEN HEART by JOHN DONNE FOR THE YOUNGEST by CHARLES WESLEY CLERICAL OPPRESSORS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER YARROW REVISITED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE LOVER SHOWETH HOW HE IS FORSAKEN by THOMAS WYATT |