New York Gals Lyrics
Irish Rovers New York Gals
VERSE ONE:
Shipmates listen unto me, I'll tell you in my song
Of the things that happened to me
When I come home from Hong Kong
CHORUS:
To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie
Oh, you New York gals, Can't you dance the polka?
VERSE TWO:
As I walked down on Chatham Street a fair maid I did
meet
She asked me please to see her home, she lived on
Bleeker Street
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
CHORUS:
VERSE THREE:
Before we sat down to eat we had several drinks
The liquor was so awful strong I quickly fell asleep
CHORUS:
VERSE FOUR:
When I awoke next morning I had an aching head
My gold watch and my pocket-book and my lady friend had
fled
In looking round this little room nothing did I see
But a woman's shoes and apron which now belonged to me
CHORUS:
VERSE FIVE:
Now dressed in the lady's apron I wandered most forlorn
Till Martin Churchill took me in and he sent me round
Cape Horn
CHORUS: (Twice)
To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie
Oh, you New York gals, Can't you dance the polka?
Shipmates listen unto me, I'll tell you in my song
Of the things that happened to me
When I come home from Hong Kong
CHORUS:
To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie
Oh, you New York gals, Can't you dance the polka?
VERSE TWO:
As I walked down on Chatham Street a fair maid I did
meet
She asked me please to see her home, she lived on
Bleeker Street
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
CHORUS:
VERSE THREE:
Before we sat down to eat we had several drinks
The liquor was so awful strong I quickly fell asleep
CHORUS:
VERSE FOUR:
When I awoke next morning I had an aching head
My gold watch and my pocket-book and my lady friend had
fled
In looking round this little room nothing did I see
But a woman's shoes and apron which now belonged to me
CHORUS:
VERSE FIVE:
Now dressed in the lady's apron I wandered most forlorn
Till Martin Churchill took me in and he sent me round
Cape Horn
CHORUS: (Twice)
To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie
Oh, you New York gals, Can't you dance the polka?




