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MORE DOLLIES
RUTH COBB AND RICHARD HUNTER
THE DUMPY BOOKS FOR CHILDREN
25. More Dollies
The Dumpy Books for Children
CLOTH, ROYAL 32mo, 1/6 EACH
1. The Flamp. 2. Mrs. Turner's Cautionary Stories. 3. The Bad Family. 4. The Story of Little Black Sambo. 5. The Bountiful Lady. 6. A Cat Book. 7. A Flower Book. 8. The Pink Knight. 9. The Little Clown. 10. A Horse Book. 11. Little People: An Alphabet. 12. A Dog Book. 13. The Adventures of Samuel and Selina. 14. The Little Girl Lost. 15. Dollies. 16. The Bad Mrs. Ginger. 17. Peter Piper's Practical Principles. 18. Little White Barbara. 19. The Japanese Dumpy Book. 20. Towlocks and His Wooden Horse. 21. The Three Little Foxes. 22. The Old Man's Bag. 23. The Three Goblins. 24. Dumpy Proverbs. 25. More Dollies. 26. Little Yellow Wang-lo. 27. Plain Jane. 28. The Sooty Man. 29. Fishy-Winkle.
A Cloth Case to contain Twelve Volumes can be had, price 2s. net; or the First Twelve Volumes in Case, price L1 net.
London: GRANT RICHARDS, 48, LEICESTER SQUARE.
More Dollies
Pictures by Ruth Cobb Verses by Richard Hunter
ILLUSTRATED IN COLOURS
London: GRANT RICHARDS 1903
Saint Nicholas.
Saint Nicholas brings presents For little girls and boys; Saint Nicholas brings dozens Of all the nicest toys.
Hang out your biggest stocking Before you go to sleep; But if you hear him coming, You mustn't even peep.
The Sea-side Doll.
There's one doll for winter, When ice comes and snow; Another for spring time, When primroses grow.
A dolly for dark nights, To take into bed; And one for the morning, Till lessons are said.
But this is the dolly To play on the sands, You see both a pail and A spade in her hands.
Ping-Pong.
Sing a song of Ping-pong, Fast away he ran: "Come along," said Ping-pong, "Catch me if you can!"
Sing a song of Ping-pong, Racquet and a ball: "Come along," said Ping-pong, "You can't run at all!"
Jujuba.
Here's Uncle Jujuba, Who has a sweet tooth; He used to eat sugar- Cane oft in his youth,
In South Carolina, Where sugar-cane grows, From which they make sugar, As everyone knows.
Blue-Coat.
His dressing-gown's blue, and His girdle is red; He wears a black cap On top of his head.
He carries a candle To give you a light, In case you should ever Get up in the night.
Punch.
There is a queer dolly named Punch, Who has a remarkable hunch. The tip of his nose Is red as a rose, And that's how you know Mister Punch.
The Shepherdess.
Shepherdess! Shepherdess! Looks to the sheep; Shepherdess! Shepherdess! Watches their sleep.
Shepherdess! Shepherdess! When they cry "Baa," Shepherdess! Shepherdess! Knows where they are.
The Cowboy.
There was a bold cowboy Came out of the west; Of all the bold riders, This cowboy's the best.
The horse he brought with him Will not run away; But stands by the side of His master all day.
Blackman the Giant.
This is the long and The short of it too: One dolly stood still, The other one grew.
She who is little Prefers to be tall; Blackman the giant Would like to be small.
The Twins.
If one were not blue, While the other is red, You'd fancy that Su- San was Mary instead.
If one were not red, While the other is blue, 'Twould surely be said, That Miss Mary was Sue!
The Highlander.
Right about, left about, Halt and stand at ease! Shoulder arms, attention, Steady, if you please.
Order arms, present arms, Forward, by your right! Double, double, double, Double to the fight!
Policeman.
When little dolls in Nurs'ry Street, Do anything that's wrong; Throw stones, or knock each other down, Policeman comes along.
"Move on, move on," Policeman cries; Be sure they never fail; For if they did not move at once, He'd take them off to jail.
Mollie.
Mollie's frock is crimson, Her petticoat's of lace; Mollie's hair is golden, And curls about her face.
Mollie's friends are many, She's off to visit one; Mollie takes her sunshade, To keep away the sun.
The Swinging Clown.
Swing up! Swing down! Here goes the clown.
Swing left! Swing right! Mind you hold tight.
Swing low! Swing high! Right to the sky.
Algeria.
Dolly's home's far away, Far away in Algiers, On the African coast, She won't see it for years.
But she whispers at night, And her eyes fill with tears; "How I wish—how I wish, I were back in Algiers!"
Dame Crump.
Some dolls are ev'ry bit as good As little girls and boys; They never pout or shake themselves, And never make a noise.
But other dollies make mistakes; Won't do as they are told; Won't stand upright, or shut their eyes, However much you scold!
And then's the time for old Dame Crump To enter with her stick, And make them mind their p's and q's; 'Tis well if they are quick!
Prince Charming.
This is Prince Charming, Whom often you meet, Riding or walking In Nursery Street.
See the red feather He wears in his hat, Always you know he's Prince Charming by that.
Mister Merryman.
He's always standing on his toes, And never on his heels; He's always holding up his arms— I wonder how it feels.
Two balls are always in his hands, He never lets them drop; He's always smiling just like this, And never seems to stop.
Dinah.
Dinah's cheeks are black as coal; Dinah's lips are red; Dinah's eyes are bright, although Dinah's off to bed.
Dinah's bows are green and blue; Dinah's teeth are white; Dinah's bottle's meant to feed Dinah in the night.
Smiler.
He smiles throughout the morning, And all the afternoon; He smiles whene'er the sun shines, And also at the moon.
He smiles upon the carpet, Or when you pick him up; He smiles all through his dinner, And when he goes to sup.
The Coachman.
There was a grand coachman, Who drove the Lord Mayor; And never drove less than A carriage and pair.
He wore a red waistcoat, He carried a whip, And when the boys saw him, They shouted "Hip! hip!"
Little Yam Mango.
Little Yam Mango Has beautiful eyes, Also the brightest Of scarlet neckties.
Little Yam Mango Will never go out; Being so lazy, He's grown very stout.
Brownie.
There is a brown dolly Who has a guitar; She plays on it always, Tra lal, tra lal la!
She has a new ditty For every day; I wish you could hear it, Tra lal, tra lal lay!
The Imp.
You may call him an imp, Or a gnome or a sprite; And whate'er you call him You are sure to be right.
He is here, he is there, He will never stay long; If you think he is caught, You are sure to be wrong.
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