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| Song Name: |
Pretty Polly Perkins |
By: |
Harry Clifton |
| Posted By: |
yukon |
Difficulty: |
Beginner |
| Key: |
A |
Genre: |
Irish |
| Harp Type: |
Diatonic |
Audio: |
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| Created: |
2014-04-29 03:59:05 |
Modified: |
0000-00-00 00:00:00 |
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| Song: |
3 3 -2� 2 3 4 -4 4 2
I am a broken hearted milkman
3 -2� 2 -1 1
In grief I�m arrayed
4 -4 3 5 5 -4 3
Through keeping of the company
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Of a young servant maid
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Who lived on board and wages
3 -3� -4 -4 3
The house to keep clean
4 -4 5-4 -55 -44 -4 -3�
In a gen-tle-man�s family
4 3 -3� -3 4
Near Pattington Green
Chorus:
3 3 -2� 2 2 4 4 -4 4 4 3
She was as beautiful as a butterfly
3 -3 -4 -4 3
And proud as a queen
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Was pretty lit-tle Pol-ly Perkins
4 3 -3� -3 4
Of Pattington Green
Verse 2:
She�d an ankle like an antelope
And a step like a deer
A voice like a black bird
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
(Chorus)
Verse 3:
When I�d rattle in the morning
And cry milk below
At the sound of my milk cans
Her face she did show
With a smile on her countenance
And a laugh in her eye
If I�d thought that she loved me
I�d have laid down to die
(Chorus)
Verse 4:
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 time
I�d been very kind
But marry a milkman
She didn�t feel inclined
(Chorus)
Verse 5:
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 whiskers as big as
A brush for clothing
(Chorus)
Verse 6:
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
(Chorus)
Verse 7:
In six months she married
This hard hearted girl
But it was not a Wi-count,
And it was not a Nearl
It was not a Boronite,
But a shade or two wuss
It was a bow legged conductor
Of a tuppenny bus.
(Chorus) |
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