GRACIE wuz allus a @3careless@1 tot; But Gracie dearly loved her doll, An' played wiv it on the windersill 'Way up-stairs, when she ought to @3not,@1 An' her muvver @3telled@1 her so an' all; But she won't @3mind@1 what @3she@1 say -- till, First thing she know, her dolly fall Clean spang out o' the winder, plumb Into the street! An' here Grace come Down-stairs, two at a time, ist wild An' a-screamin', "Oh, my child! my child!" Jule wuz a-bringin' their basket o' clo'es Ist then into their hall down there, -- An' she ist stop' when Gracie bawl, An' Jule she say "She ist declare She's ist in time!" An' what you s'pose? She sets her basket down in the hall, An' wite on top o' the snowy clo'es Wuz Gracie's dolly a-layin' there An' ist ain't bu'st ner hurt a-tall! Nen Gracie smiled -- ist @3sobbed@1 an' smiled -- An' cried, "My child! my precious child!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW IO VICTIS by WILLIAM WETMORE STORY THE LAST MAN: RECOLLECTION OF EARLY LIFE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE CARLE OF KELLYBURN BRAES by ROBERT BURNS MY STUDIO by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH MUSIC'S TRAGEDY by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES UNE PETITE CHANSON DE LAMENTATION A MA MERE by BELLE DE COEUR |