To see thee dress thy little doll

To see thee dress thy little doll
& sit in little chair
& dance thy little curls for joy
To laugh at nothing there
The impulse of thy happy heart
Makes mine as happy too
& feeling in a fathers part
Theres nought I would not do

To give thee joy my little child
& pleasure after pain
My heart with thine in joy is wild
Ill dress thy doll again
Aye thou thy little arm doth bend
Affection round its neck
Could manhood feel so dear a friend
His heart would never ache
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