Polly Perkins of Paddington Green Lyrics

I'm a broken-hearted milkman; in grief I'm arrayed,
And it's all for the love of a young serving-maid,
Who lives on board and wages the house to keep clean,
Of a gentleman's family in Paddington Green.
She . was . beea-utiful as a butterfly
And as proud as a queen,
Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green.
When I'd rattle in the morning and cry "Milk Below!"
At the sound of my milk-cart her face she would show;
With a smile upon her countenance

And a light in her eye,
If I thought she'd have loved me
I'd have laid down and die.
She . was . beea-utiful as a butterfly
And as proud as a queen,
Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green.
When I asked her to marry me, she said, "Oh, what stuff!"
And she 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 well she didn't feel inclined.
She . was . beea-utiful as a butterfly
And as proud as a queen,
Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green.
But at last when she marri-.ed, this hard-hearted girl,
Well it was not a baronet, and it was not an earl,
And it was not a wis-count, but a shade or two wuss,
'Twas a bow-legged conductor of a tuppeny bus!
She . was . beea-utiful as a butterfly
And as proud as a queen,
Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green.