My Little Doll

My Little Doll 

I once had a sweet little doll,
The prettiest doll in the world;
Her cheeks were so red and so white;
And her hair was so charmingly curled.

But I lost my poor little doll,
As I played in the heath one day;
And I cried for her more than a week,
But I never could find where she lay.

I found my poor little doll,
As I played in the heath one day:
Folks say she is terrible changed,
For her paint is all washed away,
And her arm trodden off by the cows,
And her hair not the least bit curled:
Yet for old sakes' sake she is still,
The prettiest doll in the world.