New York girls

As I came down the Bow'ry one ev'ning in July

I met a maid who asked my trade, and a sailor John said I

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Then away you Santy, my dear Annie,

Then away you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?

Fa la la, etc.

To Tiffany's I took her, I did not mind expense

I bought her golden earrings, they cost me fifty cents

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She said, "You lime-juice sailor, now see me home you may."

But when we reached her cottage door, she unto me did say,

"Fa la la," etc.

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