Dolley Dear No. 9

Oh, Dolly don't tell any one
That I dot out od bed
I don't know what I's dorn and done
Not what I's bin and said.

My Dadda took me up betause
I telled him I was sick
And tuddled me and said I was
His ittle boo eyed chick.

And then I asked him dest to tell
The berry words I said
When first I turned out od the shell
And I was sent to bed.

But when Ma Ma had done my hair
And tucked in all the cloths
She telled me babies tame from where
The turley tabbage drows.

But Dolly dear I don't berblieve
That you and me and Bubs
Was dot beneaf a tabbage leaf
Betause we would be drubs.
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