I once had a beautiful doll dear
Her cheeks were rosy red dear
and her hair all golden and curls
But I lost my beautiful doll dear
As I played on the heath one day
Can't remember the poem or the author
I once had a sweet little doll dears,
the prettiest doll in the world,
her cheeks were so red and so white dears,
and her hair was so charmingly curled.
But I lost my poor little dol dears
as I played on the heath one day.
I searched for over a week dears,
but I never could find where she lay.
Oh, I found my poor little doll dears
as I played in the woods one day.
Folks say she is terribly changed dears
for her paint is all washed away.
With her arms trodden off by the cows dears,
and her hair not the least bit curled,
yet for old sakes's sake she is still dears,
the prettiest doll in the world.
The Lost Doll by Charles Kingsley