Steeleye Span - New York Girls lyrics
[Steeleye Span - New York Girls lyrics]
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
And away you santy, my dear honey
O 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
And when I got inside the house
The drinks were passed around
The liquor was so awful strong
My head went round and round
And then we had another drink
Before we sat to eat
The liquor was so awful strong
I quickly fell asleep
Henry Crun: Oh, come on
Min play that modern banjo, min)
(Minnie Bannister: Ya pa pa pa pa)
When I awoke next morning
I had an aching head
There was I, Jack all alone
Stark naked in me bed
My gold watch and my pocketbook
And lady friend were gone
And there was I, Jack all alone
Stark naked in the room
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
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
A fair maid I did meet
She asked me to see her home -
She lived in Bleecker Street
And away you santy, my dear honey
O 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
And when I got inside the house
The drinks were passed around
The liquor was so awful strong
My head went round and round
And then we had another drink
Before we sat to eat
The liquor was so awful strong
I quickly fell asleep
Henry Crun: Oh, come on
Min play that modern banjo, min)
(Minnie Bannister: Ya pa pa pa pa)
When I awoke next morning
I had an aching head
There was I, Jack all alone
Stark naked in me bed
My gold watch and my pocketbook
And lady friend were gone
And there was I, Jack all alone
Stark naked in the room
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
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