New York Girls - David Tinervia/Nils Brown/Sean Dagher/Clayton Kennedy/David Gossage

Lyrics by：Traditional

Composed by：Traditional

As I walked down the broadway

One evening in july

I met a maid who asked me trade

And a sailor John says I

And it's away you santee

My dear annie

Oh you New York girls

Can't you dance the polka

To tiffany's I took her

I did not mind expense

I bought her two gold earrings

And they cost me fifteen cents

And it's away you santee

My dear annie

Oh you New York girls

Can't you dance the polka

Says she 'you limejuice sailor

Now see me home you may'

But when we reached her cottage door

She this to me did say

And it's away you santee

My dear annie

Oh you New York girls

Can't you dance the polka

My flash man he's a yankee

With his hair cut short behind

He wears a pair of long sea-boots

He's a boozin' in the blackball line

And it's away you santee

My dear annie

Oh you New York girls

Can't you dance the polka

He's homeward bound this evening

And with me he will stay

So get a move on sailor-boy

Get cracking on your way

And it's away you santee

My dear annie

Oh you New York girls

Can't you dance the polka

So I kissed her hard and proper

Afore her flash man came

And fare ye well me bowery gal

I know your little game

And it's away you santee

My dear annie

Oh you New York girls

Can't you dance the polka

I wrapped me glad rags round me

And to the docks did steer

I'll never court another maid

I'll stick to rum and beer

And it's away you santee

My dear annie

Oh you New York girls

Can't you dance the polka