THE LONG AGO DOLL
Way up in Grandma's attic where
Some little dusty shadows creep,
I found my mother's Mandy Claire
Inside a trunk asleep.
Her yellow dress was trimmed with lace,
Her hair was very black and thin,
And camphor balls were in the place
That she was dreaming in.
And long ago - and long ago -
A little girl that used to be
Left Mandy Claire a-sleeping so -
Before there was a me.
So Mandy Claire, is waiting till -
But I got sort of lonesome then
And while she slept there very still
I tiptoed out again.
Way up in Grandma's attic where
Some little dusty shadows creep,
I found my mother's Mandy Claire
Inside a trunk asleep.
Her yellow dress was trimmed with lace,
Her hair was very black and thin,
And camphor balls were in the place
That she was dreaming in.
And long ago - and long ago -
A little girl that used to be
Left Mandy Claire a-sleeping so -
Before there was a me.
So Mandy Claire, is waiting till -
But I got sort of lonesome then
And while she slept there very still
I tiptoed out again.
by Marjorie Barrows, 1837
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