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Y dolly is a dreadful care,—

Her name is Miss Amandy;

I dress her up and curl her hair,

And feed her taffy candy.

Yet heedless of the pleading voice

Of her devoted mother,

She will not wed her mother's choice,

But says she'll wed another.

I'd have her wed the china vase,—

There is no Dresden rarer;

You might go searching every place

And never find a fairer.

He is a gentle, pinkish youth,—

Of that there's no denying;

Yet when I speak of him, forsooth,

Amandy falls to crying!

She loves the drum—that's very plain—

And scorns the vase so clever;

And weeping, vows she will remain

A spinster doll forever!