Hush, Dolly, bye, Dolly, sleep, Dolly, dear,
See what a bed, Dolly, I’ve for you here;
Therefore, to sleep, Dolly! don’t fret and cry;
Lay down your head, Dolly, shut up your eye.
When the bright morn, Dolly, once more has come,
Up gets the sun, and goes forth to roam;
Then shall my dear Dolly soon get up, too;
Then shall be playtime for me and for you.
Now go to sleep, Dolly, good night to you;
You must to bed, Dolly—I’m going too;
Just go to sleep without trouble or pain,
And in the morning I’ll come back again.
Firm, and strong
We’ll build hereon.
Now we’ll see,
If ’twill hold
A number three.
Raise it to
A fourth floor.
Oh, what fun!
That’s too many—
Down they come.
I want to make your things look nice,
Dolly—because, you see,
Tomorrow evening Cousin Jane
Is coming here to tea.
Your muslin skirt is white and stiff—
I’m very glad of that;
But as my little iron’s cold,
The tucks will not lie flat.
Jane’s doll will come—she makes its clothes
Herself, and very neatly;
And when she brings it visiting,
She dresses it up sweetly.
When I put on your pretty frock,
Your sash, and sleeve-knots blue,
I really think that you will be
Quite a smart dolly too.
“Dolly, my dearest, you really must walk,
You shall not be lazy, you never will talk;
And, as I’ve got all the talking to do,
I think you might please me by walking, don’t you?
“So, dolly, come out to the paddock with me,
I’ll show you the apples that grow on the tree,
I’ll show you the bees, and the butterflies, too,
The hills all so purple, the sky all so blue.
“You must walk, dolly, dear; see, your shoes are so gay;
You only have worn them twice since your birthday.
Red hat and red feather—now come, if you please,
Gently, my dolly, we learn by degrees.”
Ah! now you walk so very nicely, my dear,
You soon will be going as fast as a deer,
And then such racing, we will have all day long,
Playing “tag” in the very midst of the throng.