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 But Sissy Knott still wailed and wept,

And still her fate reviled;

For who could patch her dolly up—

Who, who could mend her child?

Then out her doting mother came,

And soothed her daughter then;

"Grieve not, my darling, I will sew

Your dolly up again!"

Joy soon succeeded unto grief,

And tears were soon dried up,

And dignities were heaped upon

Clow's noble yellow pup.

Him all that goodly company

Did as deliverer hail—

They tied a ribbon round his neck,

Another round his tail.

And every anniversary day

Upon the Waller Lot

They celebrate the victory won

For charming Sissy Knott.

And I, the poet of these folk,

Am ordered to compile

This truly famous history

In good old ballad style.