Lyrics

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, if you'll only come with me, you can have a treat: You can have a glass of brandy and something nice to eat" To me way, you Santy, 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 To me way, you Santy, 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 To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka? On a-looking around this little room, nothing I could see But a woman's shoes and apron which now belonged to me To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka? Now dressed in the ladys apron, I wandered most forlorn 'Til Martin Churchill took me in and he sent me 'round Cape Horn To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?