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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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Ragetty Doll

Published by Susan on 08/08/2003 (2630 reads)
Rosemary has of dolls a dozen...

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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