New York Girls

Lyrics: Traditional
Music: Traditional

A fragment sung by Robert Hunter on 17 November 1984.

As I walked down through Chatham Street
A fair maid I did meet
She asked me please to see her home
she lived in Bleecker Street

Chorus
And away santy
My dear Annie
Oh 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

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

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And then we had another drink
before we sat to eat
The liquor was so awful strong
I quickly fell asleep

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

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

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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

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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

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