EMILY JANE.

Oh! Christmas time is coming again, And what shall I buy for Emily Jane? O Emily Jane, my love so true, Now what upon earth shall I buy for you? My Emily Jane, my doll so dear, I've loved you now for many a year, And still while there's anything left of you, My Emily Jane, I'll love you true! My Emily Jane has lost her head, And has a potato tied on instead; A hole for an eye, and a lump for a nose, It really looks better than you would suppose. My Emily Jane has lost her arms, The half of one leg's the extent of her charms; But still, while there's anything left of you, My Emily Jane, I'll love you true! And now, shall I bring you a fine new head, Or shall I bring you a leg instead? Or will you have arms, to hug me tight, When naughty 'Lizabeth calls you a fright? Or I'll buy you a dress of satin so fine, 'Mong all the dolls to shimmer and shine; For oh! while there's anything left of you, My Emily Jane, I'll love you true! Mamma says, "Keep all your pennies, Sue, And I'll buy you a doll all whole and new;" But better I love my dear old doll, With her one half-leg and potato poll. "The potato may rot, and the leg may fall?" Well, then I shall treasure the sawdust, that's all! For while there is anything left of you, My Emily Jane, I'll love you true!