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Classic and Contemporary Poetry

POLLY HOPKINS by ANONYMOUS

First Line: "PRETTY, PRETTY POLLY HOPKINS, HOW DO YOU DO?"
Last Line: "SHE. NO, HANG YOURSELF. HE OH! CRUEL ETC"
Subject(s): CRUELTY;LOVE;MARRIAGE; WEDDINGS;HUSBANDS;WIVES;
@3He.@1 Pretty, pretty Polly Hopkins, how do you do?
@3She.@1 None the better, Mr. Tomkins, for seeing you, for seeing you.
@3He.@1 Well, all my wealth . . .
@3She.@1 Be quiet, pray.
@3He.@1 A man of health . . .
@3She.@1 Do get away.
@3He.@1 Oh! cruel pretty Polly Hopkins, don't tell me so, don't tell me so.
@3She.@1 Oh! silly silly Mr. Tomkins, to use me so, to use me so.
@3He.@1 Oh! but all I have, Polly Hopkins, I'll give to you, I'll give to you.
@3She.@1 I plainly tell you, Mr. Tomkins, that won't do, that won't do.
@3He.@1 Had I diamonds bright and rare . . .
@3She.@1 You'd keep them all for me, I swear. @3He.@1 Oh! cruel, etc.
@3He.@1 Oh! Polly, what is your objection? Oh! tell me true; Oh! tell me
true.
@3She.@1 Your ugly figure and complexion; who could love you, who could love
you?
@3He.@1 I'll handsome grow . . .
@3She.@1 That I deny.
@3He.@1 Though ugly now . . .
@3She.@1 Worse by and by. @3He.@1 Oh! cruel, etc.
@3He.@1 If we were married, Polly Hopkins, what should we do, what should we
do?
@3She.@1 I'd hope the next day, Mr. Tomkins, to bury you, to bury you.
@3He.@1 What shall I do?
@3She.@1 I'll tell you, elf.
@3He.@1 What, live with you?
@3She.@1 No, hang yourself. @3He.@1 Oh! cruel, etc.



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