You New York Girls

You New York Girls - Burl Ives (伯爾·艾夫斯)/Ralph Hunt Singers

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Shipmates listen unto me

I'll tell you in the song

Of things that happened to me

When I come home from Hong Kong

To me way you Santy my dear Annie

Oh you New York girls

Can't you dance the polka

As I walked down to Chatham Street

A fair maid I did meet

Who asked me please to see her home

She lived on Bleecker Street

To me way you Santy my dear Annie

Oh you New York girls

Can't you dance the polka

Now if you'll only come with me

You can have a treat

You can have a glass of brandy

And something nice to eat

To me way you Santy my dear Annie

Oh you New York girls

Can't you dance the polka

Before we sat down to eat

We had several drinks

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

When I awoke next mornin'

I had an achin' head

My gold watch and my pocketbook

And the lady friend had fled

To me way you Santy my dear Annie

Oh you New York girls

Can't you dance the polka

On a looking around this little room

Nothing I could see

But a woman's shoes and apron

Which now belonged to me

To me way you Santy my dear Annie

Oh you New York girls

Can't you dance the polka

Now dressed in the ladys apron

I wandered most forlorn

'Til Martin Churchill took me in

And he sent me 'round Cape Horn

To me way you Santy my dear Annie

Oh you New York girls

Can't you dance the polka