January

Was ever a doll like my Dolladine, The charmingest dolly that ever was seen! Eyes as blue as the sky at noon, Hair as bright as the summer moon, Dolladine, my dear!

She came to me in December last; To the Christmas-tree they had bound her fast; My heart beat high when I saw her face, And I squeezed her tight, thro’ her silk and lace, Dolladine, my dear!

I’m the thoughtfullest mother that ever was known; I’d scorn to leave Dolladine, darling, alone; Each month of the twelve I invent her a play, And I give her a flower to wear every day, Dolladine, my dear!

On the very first day of the year just begun, I wove her some snow-shoes, and when they were done, A fine sled I made her, to slide at her will, To skim o’er the valley and whiz down the hill, Dolladine, my dear!

Fresh blossoms in winter come just a bit high, And there aren’t any flower-shops very near by; So my pet wears a garland of fir and of pine, And under the green how her starry eyes shine! Dolladine, my dear, my sweet! Dolladine, my own!