文本歌词

You New York Girls - Burl Ives/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