Burl Ives - New York Girls



Shipmates, listen unto me: I'll tell you in the song 

Of things that happened to me when I come home from Hong Kong. 



Chorus: 

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. 



“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.” 



Before we sat down to eat, we had several drinks. 

The liquor was so awful strong, I quickly fell asleep. 



When I awoke next mornin' I had an achin' head. 

My gold watch and my pocketbook and the lady friend had fled. 



On a-looking around this little room, nothing I could see 

But a woman's shoes and apron which now belonged to me 



Now dressed in the ladys apron, I wandered most forlorn 

‘Til Martin Churchill took me in and he sent me ‘round Cape Horn.