Steeleye Span - New York Girls lyrics

As I walked down through Chatham Street a fair maid I did meet, She asked me to see her home— she lived in Bleecker Street. And away you santy, my dear honey, O you New York girls, can't you dance the polka? And when we got to Bleecker 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, O you New York girls, can't you dance the polka? And when I got inside the house, The drinks were pa**ed around, The liquor was so awful strong, My head went round and round. And away you santy, my dear honey, O 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. Henry Crun [spoken]: Oh, come on, Min; play that modern banjo, Min. Minnie Bannister: Ya pa pa pa pa.... When I awoke next morning I had an aching head, There was I, Jack all alone, Stark naked in me bed. And away you santy, my dear honey, O you New York girls, can't you dance the polka? My gold watch and my pocketbook And lady friend were gone; And there was I, Jack all alone, Stark naked in the room. And away you santy, my dear honey, O 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 That were no use to me. And away you santy, my dear honey, O 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, O you New York girls, can't you dance the polka? Major Denis Bloodnok [spoken]: I say, are you a matelote? Careful what you say, sir—we're on board ship here.