I have a little doll;
I take care of her clothes;
She has soft flaxen hair;
And her name it is Rose.
She has pretty blue eyes,
And a very small nose,
And a cunning little mouth;
My dear little Rose.
I have a little sofa
Where my doll may repose,
Or sit up like a lady;
My knowing little Rose.
My doll can move her arms,
And stand upon her toes;
Or make a pretty curtesy,
My funny little Rose.
"How old is your dolly?"
Very young I suppose,
For she cannot go alone,
My precious little Rose.
Indeed I cannot tell,
In poetry or prose,
How beautiful she is,
My darling little Rose.