Dolly and her Mamma
1.
Dolly, you're a naughty girl,
All your hair is out of curl,
And you've torn your little sche.
Oh! what must I do with
you? You shall only have dry
bread, Dolly, you shall go to bed.
2.
Do you hear, Miss, what I say?
Are you going to obey?
That's what Mother say to me,
So I know it's right, you see;
For some-times I'm naughty,
too. Dolly, dear, as well as you.