New York Girls

As I walked out on South Street, a woman I did meet
She asked me just to see her home she lived on Bleecker Street

And away Santy, my dear Annie
Ah, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka

And when we got to Bleecker Street we stopped at 44,
Her mother and her sister came to meet us at the door

And when we got inside the house the drinks were handed 'round
The liquor was so awful strong my head went round and around

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

When I awoke next morning, I had an aching head.
There was I, Jack all alone, stark naked in that bed!

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

Now looking 'round this little room, there's nothing I could see
But a woman's shift and apron, and they 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

So sailor lads, take warning, when you land on that New York shore,
You'll have to get up early to be smarter than a whore