Her eyes is like two holes
In a blanket pulled through
An her breath in the mornin
Would scare a young coo.
And when I hear her shoutin'
Will you buy ony clay?
Like a candyman's trumpet
It steals me young heart away.
Ye'll oft see her doon at Sandgate
When the fresh herring comes in
She's like a bagful o sawdust
Tied round with string
She wears big galoshes
And her stockings was once white
An her bedgown it's lilac
An her hat's nivva straight.
She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a queen,
Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green.
She'd an ankle like an antelope and a step like a deer
A voice like a blackbird, 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.