New York Girls

As I walked down through Chatham Street
 a fair maid I did meet,
 She asked me to see her home--
 she lived in Bleecker Street.
 To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie
 Oh, you New York girls, Can't you dance the polka?
 To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie
 Oh, you New York girls, Can't you dance the polka?
 And when we got to Bleecker Street,
 We stopped at forty-four,
 Her mother and her sister there,
 to meet her at the door.
 To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie
 Oh, you New York girls, Can't you dance the polka?
 To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie
 Oh, you New York girls, Can't you dance the polka?
 And when I got inside the house,
 The drinks were passed around,
 The liquor was so awful strong,
 My head went round and round.
 To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie
 Oh, you New York girls, Can't you dance the polka?
 To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie
 Oh, you New York girls, Can't you dance the polka?
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 And then we had another drink,
 before we sat to eat,
 The liquor was so awful strong,
 I quickly fell asleep.
 To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie
 Oh, you New York girls, Can't you dance the polka?
 To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie
 Oh, you New York girls, Can't you dance the polka?
 When I awoke next morning
 I had an aching head,
 There was I, Jack all alone,
 Stark naked in me bed.
 To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie
 Oh, you New York girls, Can't you dance the polka?
 To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie
 Oh, you New York girls, Can't you dance the polka?
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 My gold watch and my pocketbook
 And lady friend were gone;
 And there was I, Jack all alone,
 Stark naked in the room.
 To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie
 Oh, you New York girls, Can't you dance the polka?
 To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie
 Oh, you New York girls, Can't you dance the polka?
 On looking round this little room,
 There's nothing I could see,
 But a woman's shift and apron
 That were no use to me.
 To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie
 Oh, you New York girls, Can't you dance the polka?
 To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie
 Oh, you New York girls, Can't you dance the polka?
 With a flour barrel for a suit of clothes,
 Down Cherry Street forlorn,
 There Martin Churchill took me in,
 And sent me 'round Cape Horn.
 To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie
 Oh, you New York girls, Can't you dance the polka?
 To me a-weigh, you Santy, My honey, My dear Annie
 Oh, you New York girls, Can't you dance the polka?