New York Girls

	  		
Intro 
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As I walked down through Chatham Street 
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A fair maid I did meet 
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She asked me to see her home 
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She lived in Bleecker Street 
 
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And away you santy 
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My dear honey 
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Oh, you New York girls 
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Can't you dance the polka? 


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And when we got to Bleecker Street 
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We stopped at forty-four 
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Her mother and her sister there 
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To meet her at the door 
 
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And away you santy 
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My dear honey 
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Oh, you New York girls 
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Can't you dance the polka?
 

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

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

Verse 
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And then we had another drink 
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Before we sat to eat 
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The liquor was so awful strong 
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I quickly fell asleep 
 
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And away you santy 
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My dear honey 
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Oh, you New York girls 
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Can't you dance the polka? 


Instrumental 
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When I awoke next morning 
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I had an aching head 
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There was I, Jack all alone 
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Stark naked in me bed 

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And away you santy 
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My dear honey 
        Bm7 
Oh, you New York girls 
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Can't you dance the polka?
 

Verse 
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My gold watch and my pocketbook 
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And lady friend were gone 
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And there was I, Jack all alone 
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Stark naked in the room 

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And away you santy 
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My dear honey 
        Bm7 
Oh, you New York girls 
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Can't you dance the polka? 


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On looking round this little room 
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There's nothing I could see 
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But a woman's shift and apron 
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That were no use to me 

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And away you santy 
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My dear honey 
        Bm7 
Oh, you New York girls 
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Can't you dance the polka? 


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With a flour barrel for a suit of clothes 
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Down Cherry Street, forlorn 
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There Martin Churchill took me in 
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And sent me 'round Cape Horn 

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