New York Girls
As I walked out on South Street, a woman I did meet
And away Santy, my dear Annie
And when we got to Bleecker Street we stopped at 44,
And when we got inside the house the drinks were handed 'round
And then had another drink before we sat to eat.
When I awoke next morning, I had an aching head.
My gold watch and my money and my lady friend were gone
Now looking 'round this little room, there's nothing I could see
With a flour barrel for a suit of clothes, down Cherry Street forlorn
So sailor lads, take warning, when you land on that New York shore,
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