No.27

POLLY GARTER'S SONG

(Under MilkWood)

Dylan Thomas
1914-53

I loved a man whose name was Tom

He was strong as a bear and two yards long

I loved a man whose name was Dick

He was big as a barrel and three feet thick

And I loved man whose name was Harry

Six feet tall and sweet as a cherry

But the one I loved best a-wake or a-sleep

Was little Willy Wee and he's six feet deep.

 Oh Tom Dick and Harry were three fine men

And I'll never have such loving again

But little Willy Wee who took me on his knee

Little Willy Wee is the man for me

Now men from every Parish around

Run after me and roll me to the ground

But whenever I love another man back

Johnny from the Hill or sailing Jack

I always think as they do as they please

Of Tom Dick or Harry who were tall as trees.

And most of all I think when I am by their side

Of Little Willy Wee who drowned and died.

Now when the farmers boys on the first fair day

Come down from the hills to drink and be gay

Before the sun sinks I'll lie there in their arms

For they're good bad boys from the lonely farms

But I always think as we tumble into bed

Of little Willy Wee who is dead, dead, dead.

Oh Tom Dick and Harry were three fine men

And I'll never have such loving again

But I always think as we tumble into bed

Of little Willy Wee who is dead, dead, dead.

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