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?

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