Your hair is so pretty,
Your eyes are so blue,
Your cheeks are so rosy,
Your frock is so new,
You're the prettiest dolly
I ever did see.
Though your hair is so pretty,
And your eyes are so blue,
I'd rather be Minnie
Than I would be you,
For you can't see the flowers
When they come up in spring;
You can't hear the birdies,
How sweetly they sing;
Nor run out of doors
To look in the sky,
And see the white clouds
As they pass swiftly by.
You've no kind of papa
Or mamma to be near,
To love you and teach you;
So, dolly, my dear,
Though your cheeks are so rosy,
And your dress is so new,
I'd rather be Minnie
Than I would be you.