Letras de New York Girls

Shipmates listen unto me
I′ll tell you in my song
Of the things that happened to me
When I come home from Hong Kong

Do me way, Annie
My dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls
Can't you dance the polka?

As I walked down Chatham Street
A fair maid I did meet
She asked me, please, to see her home
She lived on Bleecker Street
Now if you′ll only come with me
You can have a treat
You can have a glass of brandy
And something nice to eat

Do me way, Annie
My dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls
Can't you dance the polka?

Before we sat down to eat
We had several drinks
The liquor was so awful strong
I quickly fell asleep

Do me way, Annie
My dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls
Can't you dance the polka?

When I awoke next mornin′
I had an achin′ head
My gold watch and my pocketbook
And the lady friend had fled
Now lookin' around this little room
Nothing could I see
But a woman′s shoes and apron
Which now belong to me

Do me way, Annie
My dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls
Can't you dance the polka?

Now dressed in the lady′s apron
I wandered most forlorn
'Til Martin Churchill took me in
And he sent me round Cape Horn

Do me way, Annie
My dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls
Can′t you dance the polka?

Do me way, Annie
My dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls
Can't you dance the polka?