Can Ye Dance the Polka? a.k.a. New York Gals
As I walked down the Broadway, one morning in July
a met a maid, she asked my trade, a sailor John said I
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and away you santy, my dear Annie
Oh you New York girls, can't ye dance the polka?
to Tiffany's I took her, I did not mind expense
I bought her two gold earrings, they cost me fifteen cents
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She said you Limejuice Sailor, now walk me home you may
when we got to her cottage door she this to me did day
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I kissed her hard and proper before her flashman came
goodbye you little New York Girl, I know your little game
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I joined a Yankee bloodboat we sail in early morn
I'll never court a maid again, I'm safer off Cape Horn
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So I wrapped my glad rags 'round me and to the docks did steer
goodbye you little New York gals, I'll stick with rum and beer CHORUS
