LyricsNew York Girls

The Irish Rovers

Bart Imthorn submitted the lyrics for this song. Are the lyrics correct?

Away you santy, my dear Annie Oh you New York girls, can't ye dance the polka? As I walked down the Broadway, one evening in July A met a maid, she asked my trade, a sailor John said I And away you santy, my dear Annie Oh you 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 there, they cost me eighteen pence And away you santy, my dear Annie Oh you New York girls, can't ye dance the polka? She said you Limejuice Sailor, now see me home you may But when we reached her cottage door this to me did say And away you santy, my dear Annie Oh you New York girls, can't ye dance the polka? My flash man he's a Yankee With his hair cut short behind He wears a pair of black sea-boots And he works for the Blackball Line And away you santy, my dear Annie Oh you New York girls, can't ye dance the polka? And He's homeward bound this evening And with me he will stay So get a move on, sailor-boy You best be on your way And away you santy, my dear Annie Oh you New York girls, can't ye dance the polka? I kissed her hard and proper Before her flash man came So fare thee well, you Bowery girl I know your little game And away you santy, my dear Annie Oh you New York girls, can't ye dance the polka? I wrapped me glad rags round me And to the docks did steer I will never court a yankee girl I'll stick to rum and beer And away you santy, my dear Annie Oh you New York girls, can't ye dance the polka? I joined a Yankee clipper And sailed away next morn Stay clear of all the women, boys You're safer 'round Cape Horn And away you santy, my dear Annie Oh you New York girls, can't ye dance the polka? And away you santy, my dear Annie Oh you New York girls, can't ye dance the polka?

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