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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. Chorus: 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. Chorus: When I'd rattle in the morning and cry "Milk below!", At the sound of my milk cans her face she did show, With a smile upon her countenance and a laugh in her eye. If I'd thought that she loved me I'd have laid down to die. Chorus: 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. Chorus: "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 big as a brush for clothing." Chorus: 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. Chorus: In six months she married, this hard-hearted girl, But it was not a Wi-count, 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 tupenny bus. Chorus: |