THE SICK DOLL

Oh! is there any cause to fear
  That dol-ly will be very ill?
To cure my lit-tle dar-ling here,
  Pray, doc-tor, use your ut-most skill.


And dol-ly, if you would get well,
  Hold out your arm, that Dr.
 Gray
May feel your tiny pulse, and tell
  What best will take the pain a-way.


And do not say: "I will not touch
  That nas-ty phy-sic, nor the pill.
"
If lit-tle dolls will eat too much,
  They must not won-der if they're ill.


If your mam-ma ate too much cake,
  She would be very poor-ly too,
And nas-ty phy-sic have to take;
  And, lit-tle dol-ly, so must you.

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