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Priscilla, Auntie's promised me / A brand-new Paris doll; / And though I love you, yet you see / I cannot keep you all.
Nursey declares I really must / Throw one of you away; / And you're the oldest, so I trust / You will not care to stay.
You've lost an arm, your dress is torn, / Your wig is all awry; / Priscilla, you are so forlorn, / We'll have to say good-by.
And yet -- oh, don't! my dolly dear, / _Don't_ look so sad, I pray! / You precious dolly, come right here, / You _shan't_ be thrown away!
You're ragged, yes, and lame and blind, / You're really but a wreck; / But, dear Priscilla, never mind, / _I_ do not care a speck.
Your eyes do nicely when they're shut, / And I can mend the rest; / Well -- p'raps I'll love the new one -- but / I'll always love _you_ best.