Poems (Schiller)/Nellie Bartley
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NELLIE BARTLEY
A darling little baby,
A darling little girl,
To both mamma and papa,
A precious, priceless pearl.
A darling little girl,
To both mamma and papa,
A precious, priceless pearl.
Of course she looks like papa,
Blue eyes and auburn hair;
And lips like winter berries,
And dimpled cheeks so fair.
Blue eyes and auburn hair;
And lips like winter berries,
And dimpled cheeks so fair.
I wonder if Miss Nellie
Could talk, what she would say;
I guess she'd give you something
To laugh at all the day.
Could talk, what she would say;
I guess she'd give you something
To laugh at all the day.
About the little pug nose,
I cannot make a rhyme;
I will when I learn to compose better,
And that I'll do in time.
I cannot make a rhyme;
I will when I learn to compose better,
And that I'll do in time.
I guess I've nothing more, Nellie,
To say just now to you;
But I hope I'll see you soon, Nellie,
And papa and mamma too.
To say just now to you;
But I hope I'll see you soon, Nellie,
And papa and mamma too.