New York Girls - Finbar Furey

As I walked down through Chatham Street

A fair maid I did meet

She asked me to see her home--

She lived in Bleecker Street

To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie

Oh, you New York girls, Can’t you dance the polka?

To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie

Oh, you New York girls, Can’t you dance the polka?

And when we got to Bleecker Street

We stopped at forty-four

Her mother and her sister there

To meet her at the door

To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie

Oh, you New York girls, Can’t you dance the polka?

To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie

Oh, you New York girls, Can’t you dance the polka?

And when I got inside the house

The drinks were passed around

The liquor was so awful strong

My head went round and round

To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie

Oh, you New York girls, Can’t you dance the polka?

To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie

Oh, you New York girls, Can’t you dance the polka?

And then we had another drink

Before we sat to eat

The liquor was so awful strong

I quickly fell asleep

To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie

Oh, you New York girls, Can’t you dance the polka?

To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie

Oh, you New York girls, Can’t you dance the polka?

When I awoke next morning

I had an aching head

There was I, Jack all alone

Stark naked in me bed

To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie

Oh, you New York girls, Can’t you dance the polka?

To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie

Oh, you New York girls, Can’t you dance the polka?

My gold watch and my pocketbook

And lady friend were gone;

And there was I, Jack all alone

Stark naked in the room

To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie

Oh, you New York girls, Can’t you dance the polka?

To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie

Oh, you New York girls, Can’t you dance the polka?

On looking round this little room

There’s nothing I could see

But a woman’s shift and apron

That were no use to me

To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie

Oh, you New York girls, Can’t you dance the polka?

To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie

Oh, you New York girls, Can’t you dance the polka?

With a flour barrel for a suit of clothes

Down Cherry Street forlorn

There Martin Churchill took me in

And sent me 'round Cape Horn

To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie

Oh, you New York girls, Can’t you dance the polka?

To me a-weigh, you Santy, My honey, My dear Annie

Oh, you New York girls, Can’t you dance the polka?