Two Dolls
I have two little dollies, they both belong to me,
And though they both are dollies they’re different as can be.
About my little dollies I’ll tell you all I can,
One’s called Belinda Bella and one Eliza Ann.
Belinda’s hair is golden, her eyes a lovely blue,
Her dress is soft and frilly, and tied with ribbon too,
She has a pretty bonnet, and shoes and gloves and fan,
For she’s Belinda Bella and not Eliza Ann.
Eliza’s hair is browny, one eye has gone away,
She has a flannel nighty and wears it all the day,
Her face is scratched and battered, just like our wat’ring-can;
She’s not Belinda Bella, but just Eliza Ann.
I know Belinda Bella is beautiful to see,
And when I go out walking Belinda comes with me;
But when in bed I cuddle as closely as I can
I do not have Belinda, but dear Eliza Ann.
I do not mind the scratches upon Eliza’s face,
I’d rather have her nighty than yards of frilly lace.
Just come and I will whisper as softly as I can—
I like Belinda Bella, but I LOVE Eliza Ann!