Pretty Polly Perkins of Paddington Green



I am a broken-hearted milkman, in grief I'm arrayed

Through keeping of the company of a young servant maid.

Who lived on board and wages the house to keep clean

In a gentleman's family near Paddington Green.



cho: She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a queen,

Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green.



She'd an ankle like an antelope and a step like a deer

A voice like a blackbird, so mellow and clear.

Her hair hung in ringlets so beautiful and long

I thought that she loved me but I found I was wrong.



When I asked her to marry me she said 'Oh what stuff',

And told me to drop it, for she'd had quite enough.

Of my nonsense -- At the same time, I'd been very kind,

But to marry a milkman she didn't feel inclined.

The words that she uttered went straight through my heart

I sobbed and I sighed, and I straight did depart.

With a tear on my eyelid as big as a bean

I bid farewell to Polly and to Paddington Green.



In six months she married, that hard-hearted girl,

But it was not a Mi-lord, and it was not an earl.

It was not a 'Baronet', but a shade or two wuss

It was a bow-legged conductor of a tupenny bus.



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