English

Oh, Dolly, dear, I dest tant play,
I'm miserbl, you see,
'Taus Dran and Mama always is
Misunderstaking me.

Drandma was tross to-day, because
She had to iron some lace,
And all I said was oney this,
Why don't she iron she's face?

And Mama smacked me on the hands,
And pulled me by the fumbs,
And my nice ickle shudder cake
Was all braked up to trumbs.

And Drandma said I was not like
My Mama or my Pa,
Not like dood little dirls, she knows;
And so I screaled, " I'm are. "

Oh Dolly dear tum on the swing
I want to talk to you
About the orpul silly fing
That Dada's doin to do.

He's been with Ma Ma to the show
And Dranma if you please
And this is what he's doin to do
Mate honey out od bees.

I don't fink I would like to eat
The honey made wif bees
Betause they've such hairy feet
And drate bid yellow knees.

I spect he'll put em in a pot
And cook em just like stew
And when he's dot em boylin hot
He'll screeze em out like blue.

Oh Dolly dear you know that dog
We buyed at Mr. Jupps
Well what you fink? its dorn and dot
A drate bid thutch er pups.

And dest like ittle scobie ducks
Wif nothing on for beaks
And there must be a hundred there
To go by all the squeaks.

I tried to count them only but
She wouldn't let me see
She dot right up and shewed her teef
And maked a face at me.

I only wanted dest to feel
How nice and soft they were
Their soft and lovely, black and white
Not like their trankey mar.

Oh Dolley on your berry life
Don't breave a word to Mam
But tell me did you ever hear
Your Dramna tell a tram.

I wondered if I prayed would Dard
Send someping down to me
And Dranma said " in torse he would "
But, dest you wait and see.

I prayed that Dard would send me down
A nice long drey moustartche
Betause I wanted Bimmie Bown
To wear it at the martch.

But when I wunned wight home from school
To see the postman tum
I feel dest like a ickle flool
Betause there wasn't none.

Oh Dolly dear I've tum to say
I feel so orpul bad
I's had the baddest luck to-day
As I has ever had.

When I went in the titchen I
Found somefing in a cup
And thought it was a tustard, why
And so I taked it up.

But when I drinked a ittle lot
I had a orpul fright
It was the mustard they had dot
For sandridges to-night.

And tumpany is tummin too
And they will soon be here
And Oh I don't know what to do
My tummy feels so queer.

But if they tell a fing on me

Oh Dolly dear the " spectar's been
And dived us such a fright
He asked the tlass that I was in
If all of us could write.

And I put up my hand, a tourse,
And dived my slate to show
How I did write a ickle horse
And ickle bidle too.

He said to " write some letters, why "
And dived us some to do
And one did nely make me cry
A trooked ubbledoo.

And evry time I done them bad
I wubbed out what I wote
And said I touldn't tause I had
A toffin in me froat.

Oh Dolly darling did you hear
What Dadda telled to me
About that drate bid earfquake fing
That tums out od the sea.

I wonder Dolley where it lives
Or what it has to eat
Or if it goes about on wings
Or on its hands and feet.

Its dot a orful drate bid mouf
And drate bid tummie too
Betause it swallows ships and fings
And men and horses too.

Tis afraid the drefful fings
That crawls out od the sea
Will tum here on a drate bid byke
And eat up you and me.

I'm doin now to ask Pa Pa

Oh Dolly dear that wind balloom
I bied from Mr. Burks
Is spoilt tause Bimmie tried to see
Inside its ickle works.

But, when he went and opened it
Oh! Dolly it was fun
He touldn't see the works a bit
Betause there wasn't none.

And then he tummed and asked if I
Had sharpened my pencil see
And sticked it in a chilly why
And dived it back to me.

It burnt my mouf so drefful then
I tould not bear the pain
But it dot pretty better when
Smark Bimmie dot the cane.

Oh, Dolly don't tell any one
That I dot out od bed
I don't know what I's dorn and done
Not what I's bin and said.

My Dadda took me up betause
I telled him I was sick
And tuddled me and said I was
His ittle boo eyed chick.

And then I asked him dest to tell
The berry words I said
When first I turned out od the shell
And I was sent to bed.

But when Ma Ma had done my hair
And tucked in all the cloths
She telled me babies tame from where
The turley tabbage drows.

Oh Dolly I was kept to sing
Now dest you tum to me
I want to tell a orpul fing
That Dranma telled to me.

She said she saw — now don't det pale
A horsefly in the air
And ickle dog sit on his tail
Do you berbleive her? — there.

I telled her was the dog our own
And was the horse a mare
And how the ickle dog sticked on
Wight up there in the air.

And then she laughed and touldn't put
The china fings away
So then I cried and shamped my foot
And wouldn't wun and play.