Oh You 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?
 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?
 And away, Santee, my dear Annie
 Woah, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?
 Hey!