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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 11 by CONRAD AIKEN CONTRA MORTEM: THE WATER by HAYDEN CARRUTH IT JUST SO HAPPENS by JAMES GALVIN DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS KILLED IN ACTION by ISAAC ROSENBERG |