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Show There once was a. doll on & Christmas I tree. "Who sighed to the angel that hung above, "Oh. how 1 do wish they would keep for me A sweet little, neat little girl to love; "A dear little mother to curl my locks. To rock me to sleep, and to w:Je me up. To dress me in cute little gowns and frocks. And feed me with milk from her stiver cup; A kind little mother, who'd never say A word thai was angry, nor let me fall; Who'd always be ready to let me play With bright fcttle friends who should come to caill" And, strange though the wordcrfu! fact may be. That little wax do!Ts lirtle wish came true; They picked her right off the Christmar tree. And gave her. my dear little girl, to you! |