Where is my Dolly?
My little cutey Molly?
Where are you dear?
Are you on the chair?
Are you in the garden?
Where are you, my maiden?
Are you sleeping on the stairs?
Are you riding on the mares?
Are you there in my house
Or have you gone to the mouse?
Oh! Dear.
My fear
Will it come true?
Will I never ever find her?
Please let me know if you find her
If you can,
I can give you cider.
And if you can’t
Then let me cry
Until my dolly comes back
To her home, in my rack.