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New York Girls Lyricsby Steeleye Span Buy album CD: Other Songs A - U 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. Chorus: 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. Chorus: And when I got inside the house, The drinks were passed around, The liquor was so awful strong, My head went round and round. Chorus: And then we had another drink, before we sat to eat, The liquor was so awful strong, I quickly fell asleep. Chorus: ([Spoken] 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. Chorus: My gold watch and my pocketbook And lady friend were gone; And there was I, Jack all alone, Stark naked in the room. Chorus: 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. Chorus: 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. Chorus: Sam Waring
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