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. @3Chorus@1 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...BATTLE OF BRITAIN by CECIL DAY LEWIS ODE TO THE BROWN PAPER BAG by JAMES GALVIN MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE POET; SONNET by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: AT NICE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO W.P.: 3 by GEORGE SANTAYANA |