New York Boys
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New York Boys
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As I walk down through chatham street, a fair lad I did meet
He asked me to come see his home, he lived in bleecker street
To me a-weigh, you santy, my dear andy
Oh, you New York boys, can't you dance the polka?
To me a-weigh, you santy, my dear andy
Oh, you New York boys, can't you dance the polka?
And we got to bleecker street, we stopped at 44
His father and his brother there to meet me at the door
To me a-weigh, you santy, my dear andy
Oh, you New York boys, can't you dance the polka?
To me a-weigh, you santy, my dear andy
Oh, you New York boys, can't you dance the polka?
And when I got inside the home, the drinks were passed around
The liquor was so awful strung, my head went round and round
To me a-weigh, you santy, my dear andy
Oh, you New York boys, can't you dance the polka?
To me a-weigh, you santy, my dear andy
Oh, you New York boys, can't you dance the polka?
And then we had another drink before we sat to eat
The liquor was so awful strung, I quickly fell asleep
To me a-weigh, you santy, my dear andy
Oh, you New York boys, can't you dance the polka?
To me a-weigh, you santy, my dear andy
Oh, you New York boys, can't you dance the polka?
When I awoke next morning, I had an aching head
There was I, Jack all alone
Stark naked in me bed
To me a-weigh, you santy, my dear andy
Oh, you New York boys, can't you dance the polka?
To me a-weigh, you santy, my dear andy
Oh, you New York boys, can't you dance the polka?
My gold watch and my pocketbook, and manly friend were gone
And there was I, Jack all alone
Stark naked in the room
To me a-weigh, you santy, my dear andy
Oh, you New York boys, can't you dance the polka?
To me a-weigh, you santy, my dear andy
Oh, you New York boys, can't you dance the polka?
A flour barrel for a suit of clothes
Down jerry street for more
Their modern church had took me in
And sent me round cape horn
(Ayoo!)
To me a-weigh, you santy, my dear andy
Oh, you New York boys, can't you dance the polka?
To me a-weigh, you santy, my dear andy
Oh, you New York boys, can't you dance the polka?
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