Cole's Funny Picture Book No. 1
Now, fancy! in the morning
There you were, all safe and right;
And nurse said, "Here's poor Dolly,
Been upon the floor all night!"
Your pretty curls are tangled,
They were so nice and smooth before;
So promise, Dolly darling,
You will tumble out no more!
Dolly and I
I love my dear dolly;
I'll tell you her name,
I called her "Sweet Polly"
The day that she came.
My Uncle John brought her
From over the sea;
And no one shall part us,
My dolly and me.
She has cheeks like red roses,
And eyes blue and bright,
That open with daylight,
And close with the night.
She cries, and says, "Mam-ma,
Mam-mam-ma," so well,
That it is not a baby
You scarcely can tell.
You know, I'm her own ma;
A small one, you'll say,
But just right for dolly,
Who wants nought but play.
No teaching, no training,
Few clothes and no food;
And I like being her ma,
Because she's so good.
Dolly's Broken Arm
Mamma, do send for Doctor Man,
And tell him to be quick,
My dolly fell and broke her arm,
So she is very sick.
I thought that she was fast asleep,
And laid her on her bed,
But down she dropped upon the floor;
O dear! she's almost dead!
Poor dolly! she was just as brave,
And did not cry at all;
Do you suppose she ever can
Get over such a fall?
But when the doctor mends her arm,
And wraps it up so tight,
Then I will be her little nurse,
And watch her all the night.
And if she only will get well,
And does not lose her arm,
I'll never let her fall again,
Nor suffer any harm.
Little Polly
Little Polly,
Had a dolly,
With a curly wig;
And Miss Polly
And her dolly,
Often danced a jig.
Also Polly
had a collie,
A fine dog was he;
Blithe and jolly,
Jumped round Polly,
Barking loud with glee.
One day Polly
Knocked her dolly,
Broke its pretty head.
"Oh, fie, Polly!
Don't hurt dolly,"
Said her brother Ned.
Then did Polly
Take up Dolly,
Throw it on the floor.
Said Miss Polly,
In her folly
"I will play no more."
Up ran collie,
Seized poor dolly,
Ran off to a friend.
Friend helped collie
To tear up dolly--
That was poor dolly's end.
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A Little Girl's Song to Her Dolly
Lie down, little Dolly.
Lie still on my lap,
It's time now to put on
Your night dress and cap;
You have not been to sleep
All through this long day
Oh, what a long time
For a Dolly to play!
The bright sun went down
More than two hours ago;
It is long past your bedtime,
You very well know:
The stars are now peeping
From out the blue skies;
Then go to sleep, Dolly!
Come, shut your blue eyes.
Mamma says the flowers
Were asleep long ago--
Sweet roses and lilies,
Their heads bending low;
She says 'tis a lesson
For me and for you--
That children and dollies
Should be asleep too.
Hark! Susan is calling--
Now out goes the light;
I will tug you up snugly,
And kiss you good night.
It is time you were sleeping
For do you not know
The dear little birds
Went to sleep long ago?
Don't Cry My Dolly
Hushy, baby, my dolly,
I pray you don't cry,
And I'll give you some bread
And some milk by and by;
Or perhaps you like custard,
Or maybe a tart,--
Then to either you're welcome,
With all my whole heart.
The Little Girl and Her Doll
There, got to sleep, Dolly,
In own mother's lap,
I've put on your nightgown
And neat little cap.
So sleep, pretty baby,
And shut up your eye,
Bye-bye, little Dolly,
Lie still, and bye-bye.
I'll lay my clean handkerchief
Over your head,
And then make believe
That my lap is your bed;
So hush, little dear,
And be sure you don't cry.
Bye-bye, little Dolly,
Lie still, and bye-bye.
There, now it is morning
And time to get up,
And I'll give you some milk
In my doll's china cup.
So wake up, little baby
And open your eye,
For I think it high time
To have done with bye-bye.
Jane Taylor
Sleep, Dolly Sleep
Sleep, Dolly, sleep.
You must not, must not weep.
Now close your eyes so brown,
And let me lay you down.
Sleep, Dolly, sleep.
Wake, Dolly, wake,
Too long a nap you take;
It's time to make the tea,
And you must help, you see.
Wake, Dolly, wake.
Run, Dolly, run,
Run out in golden sun;
Run up the hill with me,
And then to the apple-tree.
Run, Dolly, run.
Mrs Hibbert
My Dolly
Shut your eyes, my darling!
When the shadows creep,
When the flowers are closing
Little ones must sleep.
Don't be frightened, Dolly!
In my arms you lie;
Nestle down and slumber
To my lullaby
Dolly is so active,
Always full of fun,
Wakeful still and smiling
E'en when day is done
Hush thee now, my dearest,
To my slumber-song;
Children lose their roses,
Sitting up too long.
My Dolly
I must go home to dolly,
And put her to bed;
I know she's so tired,
She can't raise her head.
Some dolls are so old,
They can sit up till eight,
But mine gets quite ill
If she stays up so late!
Dolly's Asleep
Tell me a story
Just one, mother dear.
Candles are coming
Bedtime is near
There is my hand to hold
Bend down your head,
Don't speak too loud, mother,
Dolly's in bed
No! not the story
Of old Jack and Jill
They were so stupid
To tumble down the hill.
I'm tired of Jack Horner
And Little Bo-peep.--
Stay! let me see
If Dolly's asleep.
Hush, Dolly darling!
I'm watching, you know
No one shall hurt you;
I will not go.
You are so warm,--
Like a bird in it's nest.
Go to sleep, darling,--
Rest, Dolly, rest.
Ah! there is Mary
Just come in with a light:
Now there is no time
For a story to-night,
Please make the boys, mother,
Mind how they tread.
Their boots are so heavy,
And--Dolly's in bed.
Good night, dear mother!
Ask papa, please,
When he comes home,
Not to cough or to sneeze
Give me your hand, Mary
Hush! softly creep;
We must not wake her,--
Dolly's asleep.
If at all restless
Or wakeful she seems,
Don't be to anxious;
I fancy she dreams.
Say to her softly,
Just shaking your head;
"Go to sleep, Dolly,--
Adie's in bed."
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Lost Dolly
The sunflowers hang their heavy heads
And wish the sun would shine;
The clouds are grey; the wind is cold.
"Where is that doll of mine?
The dark is coming fast," said she.
"I'm in a dreadful fright.
I don't know where I left my doll,
And she'll be out all night
"Twice up and down the garden-walks
I looked; but she's not there,
Oh! yes, I've hunted in the hay;
I've hunted everywhere.
I must have left her out of doors,
But she is not in sight.
No Dolly in the summer-house,
And she'll be out all night.
"The dew will wet her through and through
And spoil her dear best dress;
And she will wonder where I am
And be in such distress;
The dogs may find her in the grass,
And bark or even bite;
And all the bats will frighten her
That fly about at night.
"I've not been down into the woods
Or by the brook to-day.
I'm sure I had her in my arms
When I came out to play,
Just after dinner; then I know,
I watched Tom make his kite.
Will anybody steal my doll
If she stays out all night.
"I wonder where Papa has gone?
Why, here he comes; and see
He's bringing something in his hand;
That's Dolly certainly!
And so you found her in the chaise,
And brought her home all right?
I'll take her to the baby-house.
I'm glad she's home tonight."
Sarah O. Jewett
Talking To Dolly
Well, Dolly, what are you saying,
When you blink and wink your eyes?
I'm sure your thoughts are straying,
For you look so very wise.
I wonder what you think about,
And why you never talk,
And how it is you never shout,
And never try to walk!
I wonder if you're ever sad,
And if you ever weep;
I wonder if you're ever glad
When I rock you off to sleep.
I wonder if you love me well--
As well as I love you.
I do so wish you'd try and tell;
Come, Dolly, darling, do!
Darling Dolly
Darling Dolly's house shall be
High as lofty apple-tree;
It shall have a door inlaid,
Of the sweetest light and shade.
It shall have for pictures fair
Fancies that are rich and rare;
It shall have a golden roof,
And tapestry with stars for woof.
And it shall have a dome of blue
With the moonlight streaming through,
And stately pillars, straight as firs,
Bending to each wind that stirs.
Darling Dolly's house shall be
High as a lofty apple-tree;
It shall have a door inlaid,
Of the sweetest light and shade.
Sour Grapes
"Such a doll! I wouldn't have it,
With its trailing baby dress!
Pooh! a dolly twice as handsome
I could have for asking, Bess.
Needn't ask me if it's pretty,
No, I do not care to wait,
I am in an awful hurry,
If you keep me, I'll be late."
Off went Nannie, proud lip curling,
Head uplifted in disdain,
Bessie hugged her dolly closely,
Laughing over truth so plain.
"Nan was envious, Dolly darling,
'Twasn't aught of wrong in you,
But the trouble lay in Nannie,
She would like to own you too."
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Ten Little Dollies
Ten little dollies
Standing in a line,
One tumbled down,
And then there were nine.
Nine little dollies
Sitting up so late,
One went to sleep
Then there were eight.
Eight little dollies--
All their ages even,
One grew up tall
And then there were seven.
Seven little dollies,
Full of funny tricks,
One snapt her head off
Then there were six.
Six little dollies--
Looked almost alive,
One lost her "pin-back,"
Then there were five.
Five little dollies,
Walking by a door,
One got her nose pinched,
Then there were four.
Four little dollies
On their mamma's knee,
One cried her eyes out,
Then there were three.
Three little dollies,
Didn't know what to do,
One tore her bows off,
Then there were two.
Two little dollies,
Very fond of fun,
One melts her nose off,
Then there was one.
One little dolly,
Living all alone,
Died broken-hearted,
Then there were none.
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My Week
On Monday I wash my dollies' clothes,
On Tuesday smoothly press 'em,
On Wednesday mend their little hose,
On Thursday neatly dress 'em.
On Friday I play they're taken ill,
On Saturday something or other;
But when Sunday comes, I say, "Lie still,