As I walked down on Chatham Street a fair maid I did meet
She asked me please to see her home, she lived on Bleeker Street

To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie.
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?
To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie.
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?

When we walked in Liquor Street we stopped 44,a mother and her sister committed at the door,

To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie.
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?
To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie.
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?

When I got in save the hist the drink was passed the row
The liquor was so awful strong that I headed round an round

To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie.
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?
To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie.
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?

Then we have another drink before we settle eat,
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?
To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie.
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?

When I awoke next morning I had an aching head
My gold watch and my pocket-book and my lady friend had fled

To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie.
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?
To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie.
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?

In looking round this little room nothing did I see
But a woman's shift and apron which now belonged to me

CHORUS

Now dressed in the lady's apron I wandered most forlorn
Till Martin Churchill took me in and he sent me round Cape Horn

CHORUS (Twice)

To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie
Oh, you New York gals, Can't you dance the polka?

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