"You New York Girls" lyrics - BURL IVES

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?