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Dolly needs to have a bath
In her little tub,
Where her pretty hands and feet
I will gently rub;
Twist her hair upon her head
So it won’t get wet;
Then the towels and the soap
And the sponge I’ll get.
There now, Dolly, stand just so;
Very quiet keep;
Though the water in the tub
Is not very deep,
It might make you very ill,
Very pale and thin,
If by any chance, my dear,
You should tumble in.
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Where’s my dolly? O dear me!
I told her not to stir!
For oh, you know, all-over baths
Do not agree with her!
And now she is a dreadful sight;
Not fit to hug or kiss!
Oh, dolly dear, how could you serve
Me such a trick as this?
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