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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,...

This is the long and
The short of it too:
One dolly stood still,
The other one grew.

She who is little
Prefers to be tall;
Blackman the giant
Would like to be small.

His dressing-gown's blue, and
His girdle is red;
He wears a black cap
On top of his head.

He carries a candle
To give you a light,
In case you should ever
Get up in the night.

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!

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;...

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;...

Here's Uncle Jujuba,
Who has a sweet tooth;
He used to eat sugar-
Cane oft in his youth,

In South Carolina,
Where sugar-cane grows,
From which they make sugar,
As everyone knows.

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.

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;...

Mollie's frock is crimson,
Her petticoat's of lace;
Mollie's hair is golden,
And curls about her face.

Mollie's friends are many,
She's off to visit one;
Mollie takes her sunshade,...

Sing a song of Ping-pong,
Fast away he ran:
"Come along," said Ping-pong,
"Catch me if you can!"

Sing a song of Ping-pong,
Racquet and a ball:
"Come along," said Ping-pong,...

When little dolls in Nurs'ry Street,
Do anything that's wrong;
Throw stones, or knock each other down,
Policeman comes along.

"Move on, move on," Policeman cries;
Be sure they never fail;...

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.

There is a queer dolly named Punch,
Who has a remarkable hunch.
The tip of his nose
Is red as a rose,
And that's how you know Mister Punch.

Saint Nicholas brings presents
For little girls and boys;
Saint Nicholas brings dozens
Of all the nicest toys.

Hang out your biggest stocking
Before you go to sleep;...

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;...

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,...

There was a bold cowboy
Came out of the west;
Of all the bold riders,
This cowboy's the best.

The horse he brought with him
Will not run away;
But stands by the side of
His master all day.

Right about, left about,
Halt and stand at ease!
Shoulder arms, attention,
Steady, if you please.

Order arms, present arms,
Forward, by your right!
Double, double, double,...

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,...