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;
I cried for her more than a week, dears,
But I could never find where she lay.
Folks say she is terribly changed, dears,
For her paint is all washed away,
And her arms trodden off by the cows, dears,
And her hair is not the least bit curled;
Yet for old sake's sake she is still, dears,
The prettiest doll in the world.