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Posted by IONA English folk correspondent, 8th Apr 2006
As I walked down the Broadway,
One evening in July,
I met a maid who asked my trade,
A Sailor John, sez I
(Chorus:)
Then away, you Santee, my dear Annie!
Ooh! you Noo York gals,
Can't ye dance the polka?
To Tiffany's I took her,
I did not mind expense
I bought her two gold earrings
An' they cost me fifteen cents
Sez she, "You Limejuice sailor,
Now see me home you may."
But when we reached her cottage door,
She this to me did say.
My flash man he's a Yankee,
Wid his hair cut short behind,
He wears a pair o' long sea-boots
An' he sails the Blackball line
He's homeward bound this evening,
An' wid me he will stay.
So git a move on, sailor-boy,
Get crackin' on yer way.
So I kissed her hard and proper,
Afore her flash man came,
An' fare-ye-well, me Bowery gel,
I know yer little game.
I wrapped me glad rags round me,
An' to the dock did steer.
I'll never court another maid,
I'll stick to rum an' beer.
I joined a Yankee blood-boat,
An' sailed away next morn.
Don't ever fool around wid gals,
Yer safer off Cape Horn!
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