| Version 1 Play/Download Music File John Renfro Davis |
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This is a traditional American sailing tune. It may also known as Can't You Dance the Polka?.
There is another set of the lyrics at New York Girls (2) |
As I walked out on South Street, a fair maid I did meet Who asked me please to see her home she lived on Bleecker Street And away, you Johnny, my dear honey Oh you New York girls, you love us for our money I said, "My dear young lady, I'm a stranger here in town I left my ship just yesterday, from Liverpool I was bound." And away, you Johnny, my dear honey Oh you New York girls, you love us for our money I took her out to Tiffany's, I spared her no expense I bought her two gold earrings, they cost me fifteen cents. And away, you Johnny, my dear honey Oh you New York girls, you love us for our money She said, "Come with me, dearie, I'll stand you to a treat I'll buy you rum and brandy, dear, and tab-nabs for to eat." And away, you Johnny, my dear honey Oh you New York girls, you love us for our money And when we reached the barroom, boys, the drinks was handed round That liquor was so awful strong, my head went round and round. And away, you Johnny, my dear honey Oh you New York girls, you love us for our money When the drinking it was over, we straight to bed did go And little did I ever think she'd prove my overthrow And away, you Johnny, my dear honey Oh you New York girls, you love us for our money When I came to next morning, I had an aching head And there was I, Jack-all-alone, stark naked on the bed And away, you Johnny, my dear honey Oh you New York girls, you love us for our money I looked all around the room, but nothing could I see But a lady's shift and apron which now belonged to me And away, you Johnny, my dear honey Oh you New York girls, you love us for our money Everything was silent, the hour was eight o'clock I put my shift and apron on and headed for the dock And away, you Johnny, my dear honey Oh you New York girls, you love us for our money My shipmates seein' me come aboard, these words to me did say "well well, old chap, you've lost your cap since last you went away." And away, you Johnny, my dear honey Oh you New York girls, you love us for our money "Is this the new spring fashion the ladies wear ashore? Where is the shop that sells it? Have they got any more?" And away, you Johnny, my dear honey Oh you New York girls, you love us for our money The Old Man cried, "why Jack, my boy, I'm sure I could have found A better suit than that, by far, to buy for eighty pounds." And away, you Johnny, my dear honey Oh you New York girls, you love us for our money So come all you bully sailormen, take warning when ashore Or else you'll meet some charming girl who's nothing but a whore And away, you Johnny, my dear honey Oh you New York girls, you love us for our money Your hard-earned cash will disappear, your rig and boots as well For Yankee girls are tougher than the other side of Hell. And away, you Johnny, my dear honey Oh you New York girls, you love us for our money |
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