POLLY PERKINS by ANONYMOUS

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 wages to keep the house clean
In a gentleman's family near Paddington Green.

Chorus:

She was as beautiful as a butterfly
And as proud as a Queen
Was pretty Polly Perkins of
Paddington Green.

Her eyes were as black as the pips of a pear,
No rose in the garden with her cheeks could compare,
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 had quite enough
Of my nonsense -- at the same time I'd been very kind,
But to marry a milkman she did not feel inclined.

Oh, the man that has me must have silver and gold,
A chariot to ride in and be handsome and bold,
His hair must be curly as any watch spring,
And his whiskers as long as a brush for clothing.

In six months she married, this hard-hearted girl,
But it was not a wicount, and it was not a nearl,
It was not a baronite, but a shade or two wuss,
It was a bow-legged conductor of a Twopenny Bus.

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