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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fisherman's Friends
Lead Vocals
Toby Lobb
Vocals
Jason Nicholas
Vocals
John McDonnell
Vocals
John Lethbridge
Vocals
Bill Hawkins
Vocals
Jon Cleave
Vocals
John Brown
Vocals
Jeremy Brown
Vocals
Emma Murfin
Whistle
Phil Beer
Fiddle
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fisherman's Friends
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Giles Woolley
Producer
Toby Lobb
Producer
Texty
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!
Writer(s): John Anthony Brown, John Leonard Mcdonnell, Christopher John Lethbridge, Jeremy David Brown, Jonathan Robert Cleave, Michael William Hawkins, Jason Nicholas, Toby Lobb
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