Read Ebook: More Dollies by Hunter Richard Cobb Ruth Illustrator

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Swing left! Swing right! Mind you hold tight.

Swing low! Swing high! Right to the sky.

Algeria.

Dolly's home's far away, Far away in Algiers, On the African coast, She won't see it for years.

But she whispers at night, And her eyes fill with tears; "How I wish--how I wish, I were back in Algiers!"

Dame Crump.

Some dolls are ev'ry bit as good As little girls and boys; They never pout or shake themselves, And never make a noise.

But other dollies make mistakes; Won't do as they are told; Won't stand upright, or shut their eyes, However much you scold!

And then's the time for old Dame Crump To enter with her stick, And make them mind their p's and q's; 'Tis well if they are quick!

Prince Charming.

This is Prince Charming, Whom often you meet, Riding or walking In Nursery Street.

See the red feather He wears in his hat, Always you know he's Prince Charming by that.

Mister Merryman.

He's always standing on his toes, And never on his heels; He's always holding up his arms-- I wonder how it feels.

Two balls are always in his hands, He never lets them drop; He's always smiling just like this, And never seems to stop.

Dinah.

Dinah's cheeks are black as coal; Dinah's lips are red; Dinah's eyes are bright, although Dinah's off to bed.

Dinah's bows are green and blue; Dinah's teeth are white; Dinah's bottle's meant to feed Dinah in the night.

Smiler.

He smiles throughout the morning, And all the afternoon; He smiles whene'er the sun shines, And also at the moon.

He smiles upon the carpet, Or when you pick him up; He smiles all through his dinner, And when he goes to sup.

The Coachman.

There was a grand coachman, Who drove the Lord Mayor; And never drove less than A carriage and pair.

He wore a red waistcoat, He carried a whip, And when the boys saw him, They shouted "Hip! hip!"

Little Yam Mango.

Little Yam Mango Has beautiful eyes, Also the brightest Of scarlet neckties.

Little Yam Mango Will never go out; Being so lazy, He's grown very stout.

Brownie.

There is a brown dolly Who has a guitar; She plays on it always, Tra lal, tra lal la!

She has a new ditty For every day; I wish you could hear it, Tra lal, tra lal lay!

The Imp.

You may call him an imp, Or a gnome or a sprite; And whate'er you call him You are sure to be right.

He is here, he is there, He will never stay long; If you think he is caught, You are sure to be wrong.