you new york girls

shipmates

listen unto me: i'll tell you in the song

of things that happened to me when i come home from hong kong

to me way

you santy

my dear annie

oh

you new york girls

can't you dance the polka?

as i walked down to chatham street

a fair maid i did meet

who asked me

please

to see her home: she lived on bleecker street

to me way

you santy

my dear annie

oh

you new york girls

can't you dance the polka?

now