"New York Girls" lyrics

Away you santy, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't ye dance the polka?

As I walked down the Broadway, one evening in July
A met a maid, she asked my trade, a sailor John said I

And away you santy, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't ye dance the polka?

To Tiffany's I took her, I did not mind expense
I bought her two gold earrings there, they cost me eighteen pence

And away you santy, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't ye dance the polka?

She said you Limejuice Sailor, now see me home you may
But when we reached her cottage door this to me did say

And away you santy, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't ye dance the polka?

My flash man he's a Yankee
With his hair cut short behind
He wears a pair of black sea-boots
And he works for the Blackball Line

And away you santy, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't ye dance the polka?

And He's homeward bound this evening
And with me he will stay
So get a move on, sailor-boy
You best be on your way

And away you santy, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't ye dance the polka?

I kissed her hard and proper
Before her flash man came
So fare thee well, you Bowery girl
I know your little game

And away you santy, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't ye dance the polka?

I wrapped me glad rags round me
And to the docks did steer
I will never court a yankee girl
I'll stick to rum and beer

And away you santy, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't ye dance the polka?

I joined a Yankee clipper
And sailed away next morn
Stay clear of all the women, boys
You're safer 'round Cape Horn

And away you santy, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't ye dance the polka?

And away you santy, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't ye dance the polka?