| As I walked down the Broadway One evenin' in July, I met a maid who asked me trade, An' a sailor John says I... |
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| Then away, you santee, | |
| My dear Annie | |
| Oh, ye New York girls, | |
| Can't ye dance the polka? | |
| To Tiffany's I took her I did not mind expense, I bought her two gold earrings An' they cost me fifteen cents |
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| Then away, you santee, | |
| My dear Annie | |
| Oh, ye New York girls, | |
| Can't ye dance the polka? | |
| Says she "you lime juice sailor, Now see me home you may." But when we reached her cottage door, She unto me did say... |
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| Then away, you santee, | |
| My dear Annie | |
| Oh, ye New York girls, | |
| Can't ye dance the polka? | |
| "My flash man, he's a Yankee, Wid his hair cut short behind, He wears a pair of long seaboots, An' he's bosun in the Blackball Line." |
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| Then away, you santee, | |
| My dear Annie | |
| Oh, ye New York girls, | |
| Can't ye dance the polka? | |
| "He's homeward bound this evenin', An' wid me he will stay. So get a move on, sailor-boy, Get crackin' on yer way." |
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| Then away, you santee, | |
| My dear Annie | |
| Oh, ye New York girls, | |
| Can't ye dance the polka? | |
| So I kissed her hard an' proper, Afore her flash man came. An' fare-ye-well, me Bowery gal, I know yer little game. |
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| Then away, you santee, | |
| My dear Annie | |
| Oh, ye New York girls, | |
| Can't ye dance the polka? | |
| I wrapped me glad rags 'round me, An' to the docks did steer. I'll never court another maid, I'll stick to rum an' beer. |
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| Then away, you santee, | |
| My dear Annie | |
| Oh, ye New York girls, | |
| Can't ye dance the polka? | |
| I joined a Yankee bloodboat, An' sailed away next morn. Don't ever fool around wid gals, Yer safer off Cape Horn. |
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| Then away, you santee, | |
| My dear Annie | |
| Oh, ye New York girls, | |
| Can't ye dance the polka? | |
Taken from "Shanty Seattle".