LITTLE OLD RAG DOLL 
(Stuart Hamblen, 1932)


Each night I'm lonely by the fireside
Alone with an aching heart
As I held in my arms
The dearest of charms
Just a little old rag doll
Yet the mem'ries it brings
Of days that are gone
Fills my heart with regret
For the court has decreed
That they take you from me
All I have is your little rag doll

Chorus:
Just a little old rag doll, dear
That you held in your baby arms
As you played 'round my knee
My darling of three
With your little old rag doll
Just a doll

Each night as I lay on my pillow
In dreams I see your blue eyes
You are smiling at me
My precious of three
Holding your little rag doll
When you grow up
To be a lady so grand
Some man's sweet loving wife
O, be true just to him
And then I'll be content
All alone with your little rag doll