'WHENEVER you dress me dolls, mammy, Why do you dress them so, And make them gallant soldiers, When never a one I know; And not as gentle ladies With frills and frocks and curls, As people dress the dollies Of other little girls?' Ah - why did she not answer: - 'Because your mammy's heed Is always gallant soldiers, As well may be, indeed. One of them was your daddy, His name I must not tell; He's not the dad who lives here, But one I love too well.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KATHLEEN MAVOURNEEN by JULIA CRAWFORD SONNET TO GUIDO CAVALCANTI by DANTE ALIGHIERI EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: THE BEGINNER by RUDYARD KIPLING MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 7 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI NORTH-WEST PASSAGE: 2. SHADOW MARCH by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ORLANDO FURIOSO: CANTO 10. by LUDOVICO (LODOVICO) ARIOSTO THE PASSING BELL by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |