New York Girls
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As I walked down the Broadway One evening in July
I met a maid who asked me trade And a sailor John says I.
To Tiffany's I took her I did not mind expense
I bought her two gold earrings And they cost me fifteen cents
CHORUS:
And away, you Santee My dear Annie
O, 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.
"My flash man he's a Yankee With his hair cut short behind
He wears a pair of long sea-boots And he sails in the Blackball Line"
He's homeward bound this evening And with me he will stay
So get a move on, sailor-boy Get cracking on your way"
So I kissed her hard and proper Afore her flash man came
And fare ye well, me Bowery gal I know your little game
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.
I joined a Yankee blood-boat And sailed away next morn
Don't ever fool around with gals You're safer off Cape Horn