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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. @love @musichall filename[ POLLYPRK TUNE FILE: POLLYPRK CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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