New York Gals by The Irish Rovers Lyrics

VERSE ONE:
Shipmates listen unto me, I'll tell you in my song
Of the things that happened to me
When I come home from Hong Kong

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

VERSE TWO:
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
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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VERSE THREE:
Before we sat down to eat we had several drinks
The liquor was so awful strong I quickly fell asleep
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VERSE FOUR:
When I awoke next morning I had an aching head
My gold watch and my pocket-book and my lady friend had fled
In looking round this little room nothing did I see
But a woman's shoes and apron which now belonged to me

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VERSE FIVE:
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?