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Rhyme :
And now I'm going into
'chowsers,'
To-morrow I shall be
a man,
And leave my pinafores
and frockses,
And leave my dollie
--if--I—can.
To-morrow I must give
my dollie,
Mother says, to baby
Fan.
Oh! could I keep my doll,
I wonder,
If she wore 'chowsers'
liKe a man?
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