New York Girls - Howard Shore (霍华德·肖)

Lyrics by：Traditional

Composed by：Traditional

As I walked down through chatham street

A fair maid I did meet

She asked me to see her home

She lived in bleeker street

To me way you santy

My dear annie

Oh you New York girls

Can't you dance the polka

To me way you santy

My dear annie

Oh you New York girls

Can't you dance the polka

And when we got to bleeker street

We stopped at forty four

Her mother and her sister there

To meet her at the door

To me way you santy

My dear annie

Oh you new york girls

Can't you dance the polka

To me way 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 way you santy

My dear annie

Oh you New York girls

Can't you dance the polka

To me way you santy

My dear annie

Oh you New York girls

Can't you dance the polka

And then we had another drink

Before we sat to eat

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

To me way 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 my bed

To me way you santy

My dear annie

Oh you New York girls

Can't you dance the polka

To me way you santy

My dear annie

Oh you New York girls

Can't you dance the polka

My gold watch and my pocket-book

And lady friends were gone

And there was I jack-all-alone

Stark naked in my room

To me way you santy

My dear annie

Oh you New York girls

Can't you dance the polka

To me way 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

They were no use to me

To me way you santy

My dear annie

Oh you New York girls

Can't you dance the polka

To me way 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 way you santy

My dear annie

Oh you New York girls

Can't you dance the polka

To me way my honey

My dear annie

Oh you New York girls

Can't you dance the polka