Lads, its time for another pub song

so raise your mugs and sing along:

NEW YORK GIRLS

As I walked down the Broadway one evening in July

I met a maid who asked me trade and a sailor John says I

Chorus:
And away, you Santee, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka

To Tiffany's I took her I did not mind expense

I bought her two gold earrings and they cost me fifteen cents

Chorus:
And away, you Santee, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka

Says she, 'You Limejuice sailor now see me home you may'

But when we reached her cottage door, she this to me did say

Chorus:
And away, you Santee, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka

My flash man he's a Yankee with his hair cut short behind

He wears a pair of long sea-boots and he sails in the Blackball Line

Chorus:
And away, you Santee, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka

He's homeward bound this evening and with me he will stay

So get a move on, sailor-boy get cracking on your way

Chorus:
And away, you Santee, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka

So I kissed her hard and proper before her flash man came

And fare ye well, me Bowery gal, I know your little game

Chorus:
And away, you Santee, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka

I wrapped me glad rags round me and to the docks did steer

I'll never court another maid I'll stick to rum and beer

Chorus:
And away, you Santee, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka

I joined a Yankee blood-boat and sailed away next morn

Don't ever fool around with gals you're safer off Cape Horn

Chorus:
And away, you Santee, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka