New York Girls Songtext

von Steeleye Span

As I walked down through chatham street
A fair maid I did meet.
She asked me to see her home,
She lived in bleeker street.

And away you santy,
My dear honey,
Oh you new york girls,
Can't you dance the polka?

And when we got to bleeker street,
We stopped at forty four.
Her mother and her sister there
To meet her at the door.

And away you santy,
My dear honey,
Oh you new york girls,
Can't you dance the polka?

And when I got inside the house,
The drinks were passed around.
The liquor was so awful strong,
My head went round and round.

And away you santy,
My dear honey,
Oh you new york girls,
Can't you dance the polka?

And then we had another drink
Before we sat to eat.
The liquor was so awful strong,
I quickly fell asleep.

And away you santy,
My dear honey,
Oh you new york girls,
Can't you dance the polka?

[ah, come on, min, play that modern banjo, min]

When I awoke next morning,
I had an aching head.
There was i, jack, all alone,
Stark naked in my bed.

And away you santy,
My dear honey,
Oh you new york girls,
Can't you dance the polka?

My gold watch and my pocket book
And lady friend were gone.
And there was i, jack, all alone,
Stark naked in my room.

And away you santy,
My dear honey,
Oh you new york girls,
Can't you dance the polka?

On looking round this little room,
There's nothing I could see,
But a woman's shift and apron [embarrassed falsetto cry]
That were no use to me. [embarrassed falsetto cry]

And away you santy,
My dear honey,
Oh you new york girls,
Can't you dance the polka?

With a flour barrel for a suit of clothes
Down cherry street forlorn,
There martin churchill took me in
And sent me round cape horn.

And away you santy,
My dear honey,
Oh you new york girls,
Can't you dance the polka?