Текст оригинала на английском языке An Old Love Priscilla, Auntie's promised me A brand-new Paris doll; And though I love you, yet you see I cannot keep you all. Nursey declares I really must Throw one of you away; And you're the oldest, so I trust You will not care to stay. You've lost an arm, your dress is torn, Your wig is all awry; Priscilla, you are so forlorn, We'll have to say good-by. And yet--oh, don't! my dolly dear, _Don't_ look so sad, I pray! You precious dolly, come right here, You shan't be thrown away! You're ragged, yes, and lame and blind, You're really but a wreck; But, dear Priscilla, never mind, I do not care a speck. Your eyes do nicely when they're shut, And I can mend the rest; Well--p'raps I'll love the new one--but I'll always love you best. |
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