Oh You New York Girls

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!