New York Girls - The Kingston Trio

Chorus:

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.

She asked me, please, to see her home.

She lived on Bleecker Street

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.

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Before we sat down to eat, we had sev’ral drinks.

The liquor was so awful strong, I quickly fell asleep.

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When I awoke next mornin, I had an achin' head.

My gold watch and my pocketbook and the lady friend had fled.

Now dressed in the lady’s apron, I wandered most forlorn

'Till Martin Churchill took me in and he sent me round Cape Horn.

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