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

To me a-weigh, you Santy, my dear Annie 
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka? 
To me a-weigh, you 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

To me a-weigh, you Santy, my dear Annie 
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka? 
To me a-weigh, you Santy, my dear Annie 
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka? 

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

To me a-weigh, you Santy, my dear Annie 
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka? 
To me a-weigh, you Santy, my dear Annie 
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka? 

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

To me a-weigh, you Santy, my dear Annie 
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka? 
To me a-weigh, you Santy, my dear Annie 
Oh, you New York girls, 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 Annie 
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka? 
To me a-weigh, you Santy, my dear Annie 
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka? 

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

To me a-weigh, you Santy, my dear Annie 
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka? 
To me a-weigh, you Santy, my dear Annie 
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?  

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

To me a-weigh, you Santy, my dear Annie 
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka? 
To me a-weigh, you Santy, my dear Annie 
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka? 

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

To me a-weigh, you Santy, my dear Annie 
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka? 
To me a-weigh, you Santy, my dear Annie 
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?