Ragetty Doll

Robert William Service

Rosemary has of dolls a dozen,
          Yet she disdains them all;
While Marie Rose, her pauper cousin
          Has just an old rag doll.
But you should see her mother it,
          And with her kisses smother it.

A twist of twill, a hank of hair,
          Fit for the rubbish bin;
How Rosemary with scorn would stare
          At its pathetic grin!
Yet Marie Rose can lover it,
          And with her kisses cover it.

Rosemary is a pampered pet;
          She sniffs a dainty nose
Of scorn at ragged dolls, and yet
          My love’s with Marie Rose,
In garret corner shy and sweet,
          With rag doll Marguerite.

Though kin they are, a gulf will grow
          Between them with the years;
For one a life of love will know,
          The other toil and tears:
Perhaps that shabby rag doll knows
          The rue of Marie Rose.

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