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And every morning early,
This funny little pup
Says, “ Bow-wow, little Mary,
Tis time that you were up.”

  

THE TORN DOLL.
Caty, my dear,
Come here, come here ;
I’ve a short tale for you to hear.

Upon the floor,
Behind the door,
This morn I found a Dolly poor.

  

Once she was new,
And pretty too,
With cloak and hat, and frock and shoe.

But Oh, dear me,
A sight to see
Has that same Dolly come to be.

Her clothes all worn,
And soiled and torn ;
Alas, alas, she looks forlorn.

I wonder who
Has made her s0 ;
Why, Caty dear, can it be you?

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