New York Girls

As I walked down on Broadway

One evening in July

I met a maid, she asked me trade

A sailor boy am I

And away, Santee, my dear Annie

Woah, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?

I took her off to Tiffany's, I did not mind expense

I bought her two gold earrings and they cost me fifty cents

And away, Santee, my dear Annie

Woah, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?

She said 'belined you, sailor

Now walk me home you may'

But when we reached the cottage door

She turned to me to say

And away, Santee, my dear Annie

Woah, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?

I kissed her hard and proper

Before her flash man came

Now, fare you well, me Bowery girl

I know your little game

And away, Santee, my dear Annie

Woah, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?

I put me glad rags 'round me

And to the docks did steer

I'll never kiss another maid

I'll stick to rum and beer!

And away, Santee, my dear Annie

Woah, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?

Slow....I joined a Yankee blood-boat

Sailed away next morn

I'll never kiss another maid

I'm safer 'round Cape Horn

And away, Santee, my dear Annie

Woah, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?