My dolly dear,
Come sit up here!
And say why you don't cry.
I've struck your head
Against the bed,
And cracked your pretty eye,
My dolly dear,
Do sit up here,
And let me see your face;
And say, my pet,
Why you don't fret
Now Pug has got your place.
My pretty Poll
My dear, dear doll,
Why don't you eat or talk?
Like sister Jane,
And Sally Blane,
And then go for a walk?
You have an eye,
But never cry,
And lips, but never prattle;
You've fingers ten,
Like brother Ben,
But never shake the rattle.
You never eat,
Nor drink, nor sleep,
Nor move unless you're carried:
And when I pinch,
You never flinch,
Nor say that you are worried.