Oh You New York Girls Songtext
von The Fisherman’s Friends

As I walked down on Broadway
One evening in July
I met a maid, she asked me trade
A sailor boy am I

And away, Santee, my dear Annie
Woah, you New York girls, can′t you dance the polka?

I took her off to Tiffany's, I did not mind expense
I bought her two gold earrings and they cost me fifty cents

And away, Santee, my dear Annie
Woah, you New York girls, can′t you dance the polka?

She said 'belined you, sailor
Now walk me home you may'
But when we reached the cottage door
She turned to me to say

And away, Santee, my dear Annie
Woah, you New York girls, can′t you dance the polka?


I kissed her hard and proper
Before her flash man came
Now, fare you well, me Bowery girl
I know your little game

And away, Santee, my dear Annie
Woah, you New York girls, can′t you dance the polka?

I put me glad rags 'round me
And to the docks did steer
I′ll never kiss another maid
I'll stick to rum and beer!

And away, Santee, my dear Annie
Woah, you New York girls, can′t you dance the polka?

I joined a Yankee blood-boat
Sailed away next morn
I'll never kiss another maid
I′m safer 'round Cape Horn

And away, Santee, my dear Annie
Woah, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?
And away, Santee, my dear Annie
Woah, you New York girls, can′t you dance the polka?
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