My Three Dolls

My Three Dolls

by Isabel Allardyce

I have three dolls, the dearest dolls

That ever you did see,

They're Clementine, and Rosabelle,

And Susan-Ann-Marie.

I'm very proud of Clementine,

For she's a lady fair

She has the daintiest dresses,

Blue eyes and golden hair;

So when my friends upon me call,

Or I go out to tea,

I always take my Clementine,

To show her off, you see.

Now Rasabelle's a baby doll,

So very big and fine

I don't know any one that has 

A baby doll like mine.

She's bigger than my cousin Dan,

Who's nearly six weeks old,

And when I want to carry her

She's more than I can hold;

And so I wheel her in a coach,

And O she looks so swell,

That all the children envy me

My baby Rosabelle.

But when I've been a naughty girl,

Or can't go out to tea,

Or when I'm ill, I play all day

With Susan-Ann-Marie.

For though I'm proud of Clementine,

And vain of Rosabelle,

I love my dear old raggy-doll

Far more than I can tell;

And every night she comes to bed,

And snuggles down with me,

She's such a very comfy thing,

Is Susan-Ann-Marie.