| As I walked down the Broadway
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| One evening last July
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| I met a maid who asked me trade
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| And a sailor lad says I
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| To Tiffany’s I took her
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| I didn’t mind expense
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| I bought her a pair of gold earrings
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| And they cost me fifteen cents
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| Away Santee
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| My Dear Annie
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| Oh, you New York girls
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| Can’t you dance the polka?
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| And she says, «You Limejuice sailor
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| Now see me home you may»
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| But when we reached her cottage door
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| She this to me did say
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| My flash man he’s a Yankee
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| With his hair cut short behind
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| He wears a pair of black sea-boots
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| And he sails in the Blackball Line
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| Away Santee
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| My Dear Annie
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| Oh, you New York girls
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| Can’t you dance the polka?
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| And He’s homeward bound this evening
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| And with me he will stay
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| So get a move on, sailor-boy
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| Get cracking on your way
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| I kissed her hard and proper
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| Before her flash man came
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| So fare thee well, you Bowery girl
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| I know your little game
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| And it’s way Santee
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| My Dear Annie
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| Oh, you New York girls
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| Can’t you dance the polka?
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| And then I wrapped me glad rags round me
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| And to the docks did steer
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| I will never court another girl
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| I’ll stick to rum and beer
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| I joined a Yankee blood-boat
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| And sailed away next morn
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| Don’t mess around with women boys
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| You’re safer 'round Cape Horn
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| And it’s way Santee
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| My Dear Annie
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| Oh, you New York girls
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| Can’t you dance the polka?
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| Way Santee
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| My Dear Annie
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| Oh, you New York girls
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| Can’t you dance the polka? |