41.New York Girls
Lyricist：Traditional
Shipmates listen unto me
'll tell you in my song of things
That happened to me
When I come home from Hong Kong
To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka？
As I walked down to Chatham Street
A fair maid I did meet
She asked me, please, to see her home
She lived on Bleecker Street
Now, if you'll only come with me
You can have a treat
You can have a glass of brandy
And something nice to eat
To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka？
Before we sat down to eat
We had several drinks
The liquor was so awful strong
I quickly fell asleep
To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka？
When I awoke next mornin'
I had an achin' head
My gold watch and my pocketbook
And the lady friend had fled
Now lookin' around this little room
Nothin' could I see
But a woman's shoes and apron
Which now belong to me
To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka？
Now dressed in the lady's apron
I wandered most forlorn
'Til Martin Churchill took me in
And he sent me 'round Cape Horn
To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka？
To me way, Santy, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka？
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