New York Girls  (Can You Dance The Polka)

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As I went down to Broadway  one evening last July

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I met a lass, she asked me trade.    A sailor lad says I

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And a-way shan-ty my Dear An-nie  O, You New York girls, Can you dance the Polka

To Tiffany’s I took her  I did not mind expense

I bought her a pair of earings, they cost me fifteen cents

She said, My fine new sailor,     Now take me home you may

But when we reached her door step she this to me did say,

My flashman he’s a Yankee with his hair cut short behind

He wears a pair of tall sea boots and he sails on the Black Bow line

He’s homeward bound this evening  and with me he will stay

So get a move on sailor boy, get cracking on your way

I kissed her hard and proper before her flashman came

Saying, Fare thee well me Bow’ry girl, I know your little game

I wrapped me glad rags round me and off to the docks did steer

I’ll never court another girl, I’ll stick to rum and beer

I joined a Yankee whaler and sailed away next morn

Don’t mess around with women lads, you’re safer round Cape Horn