You could hear the hoof beats pound as they raced across the ground,
And the rattle of the wheels as they went round and round.
And he galloped into Market Street, his badge upon his chest,
His name was Ernie, and he drove the fastest milk cart in the west.
Now Ernie loved a widow, a lady known as Sue,
She lived all alone in Lily Lane at number 22.
They said she was too good for him, she was haughty, proud and chic,
But Ernie had his cocoa there three times every week.
They called him Ernie, (Ernie),
And he drove the fastest milk cart in the west.
She said she d like to bathe in milk, he said,