'Tis very well to smile--now,
But you gave me such a fright,
When I missed you, darling Dolly,
In the middle of the night.
I thought we played together,
And you fell into a stream;
Yet I said--just half awaking--
"'Tis nothing but a dream.
"For safe upon my pillow
Lies her curly golden hair,"
Then I reached my hand to touch you,
But I couldn't find you there.
I felt so sad and lonely
That I cried, but all in vain;
So to see if I could find you,
I went off to sleep again.
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!