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Dolly Dare.
Tho' Lizzy's sweet and Polly's neat,
And Fanny she is fair,
In all our street there's none to meet
So blithe as Dolly Dare.
And Fanny she is fair,
In all our street there's none to meet
So blithe as Dolly Dare.
In doors and out she stirs about
As if she felt aware,
By labour glows more red the rose
That dowereth Dolly Dare.
As if she felt aware,
By labour glows more red the rose
That dowereth Dolly Dare.
She, knitting, will a ditty trill;
And to an old, old air,
The needles bright dance left and right
Of sweet-tongued Dolly Dare.
And to an old, old air,
The needles bright dance left and right
Of sweet-tongued Dolly Dare.
The pots and mugs and pans and jugs
Into their places fare,
And clearer glow and dearer grow
When touched by Dolly Dare.
Into their places fare,
And clearer glow and dearer grow
When touched by Dolly Dare.
The bread she bakes, the beds she makes,
And up and down the stair
On tripping toe will dancing go
The tidy Dolly Dare.
And up and down the stair
On tripping toe will dancing go
The tidy Dolly Dare.
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To words of mirth she scours the hearth,
While in his easy-chair
Old Robin lies and, smoking, eyes
With pride his Dolly Dare.
While in his easy-chair
Old Robin lies and, smoking, eyes
With pride his Dolly Dare.
Her pail to fill she'll to the rill,
Or to the well, and there
Doth clearly see Truth's self, for she
Therein sees Dolly Dare.
Or to the well, and there
Doth clearly see Truth's self, for she
Therein sees Dolly Dare.
'Tis thus away she'll while the day,
And then to me repair,
When envy smit the moments flit
O'er me and Dolly Dare.
And then to me repair,
When envy smit the moments flit
O'er me and Dolly Dare.
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