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.