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I'm a broken-hearted Milkman, in grief I'm array'd,
Through keeping of the company of a young servant maid,
Who lived on board wages, the house to keep clean,
In a gentleman's fam'ly, near Paddington Green.
Oh! she was as ...

Beautiful as a Butterfly, and as proud as a Queen,
Was pretty little 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 'ringerlets' so beautiful and long.
I thought that she lov'd me, but found I was wrong.
Oh! she was as ...

When I'd rattle in a morning, and say "milk below"
At the sound of my milk cans her face she would show,
With a smile upon her countenance and a laugh in her eye,
If I thought she'd have lov'd me, I'd have laid down to die,
For she was as ...

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 milk man she didn't feel inclin'd.
Oh! she was as ...

"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 big as a brush for clothing."
Oh! she was as ...

The words that she utter'd went straight thro' my heart,
I sobbed, I sighed and straight did depart
With a tear on my eyelid as big as a bean,
Bidding good-bye to Polly and Paddington Green.
Ah! she was as ...

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 'Barronite' but a shade or two 'wus'
'Twas a bow-legg'd Conductor of a Twopenny 'Bus.
In spite of all she was as ...

This work was published before January 1, 1924, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.