The lost doll. (a poetry rhyme.)

I once had a sweet doll, the prettiest in the world. Her cheeks were so red and so white and her hair was charmingly curled. But I lost my poor doll, as I played in a heath one day, I cried for her more than a week. But I never  would find were she lay. I found my poor little doll wile I played in a heath one day. When I found my little doll she was terribly damaged. Her paint was washed away and her arm was trodden off by the cows and her hair was not the least bit curled. Yet for old sake's sake she is still the prettiest doll in the world.