The doll of clay The doll of clay
She’s a doll of clay
She has got eyebrows
She has got blue eyes
Which cannot wink
The doll of clay The doll of clay
She’s a doll of clay
She has got a nose
She has got a mouth
Which cannot speak
She’s but a doll of clay
She’s not a living doll
She has got no loving papa
No loving mama
The doll of clay The doll of clay
She’s a doll of clay
I’ll be her papa
I’ll be her mama
For every loving day