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DRESSING MARY ANN
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She came to me one Christmas day,In paper, with a card to say:
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“From Santa Claus and Uncle John,”—And not a stitch the child had on!
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“I'll dress you; never mind!” said I,“And brush your hair; now, don't you cry.”
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First, I made her little hose,And shaped them nicely at the toes.
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Then I bought a pair of shoes,—A lovely “dolly's number twos.”
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Next I made a petticoat;And put a chain around her throat.
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Then, when she shivered, I made haste,And cut her out an underwaist.
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Next I made a pretty dress;It took me 'most a week, I guess.
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And then I named her Mary Ann,And gave the dear a pretty fan.
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Next I made a velvet sacqueThat fitted finely in the back.
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Soon I trimmed a lovely hat,—How pleased and sweet she looked in that!
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O, I forgot, that was n't all,I bought her next a parasol!
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You really never would have guessed
How very plain she seemed to be,
The day when first she came to me.
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