Can't You Dance the Polka?

I came down to Bowery one evening in July; I met a maid who asked my trade and a sailor John said I then away you Santy, my dear Annie, Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?

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As I walked down on Broadway, One evening in July, I met a maid who asked me trade, And a Sailor John says I. Refrain: And away, you santee, my dear Annie, Oh, you New York girls, Can't you dance the Polka? 2. To Tiffany's I took her, I did not mind expense, I bought her two gold earrings, An' they cost me fifteen cents. Refrain: 3. Sez she, "you limejuice sailor, Now see me home you may." But when we reached her cottage door, She unto me did say: Refrain:

4. "My flash man he's a Yankee, Wid his hair cut short behind, He wears a pair of long seaboot, An' he's bosun in the backbull line." Refrain: 5. "He's homeward bound this evenin', An' wid me he will stay. So git a move on, sailor-boy, Git crackin' on yer way." Refrain: 6. So I kissed her hard an' proper, Afore her flash man came, An' fare-ye-well, me Bowery gal, I know yer little game. Refrain: 7. I wrapped me glad rags round me, An' to the docks did steer. I'll never court another maid; I'll stick to rum an' beer. Refrain: