[G]As I walked down the Broadway[C]
One evening [G]last July[D]
[G]I met a maid who[C] asked me trade
And a sailor[G] lad sa[D]ys I[G]
To Tiffany's I took her
I didnt mind expense
I bought her a pair of gold earrings
And they cost me fifteen cents
Chorus
Away Santee
My Dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls
can't you dance the polka?
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And she says, 'You Limejuice sailor
Now see me home you may'
But when we reached her cottage door
She this to me did say
My flash man he's a Yankee
With his hair cut short behind
He wears a pair of black sea-boots
And he sails in the Blackball Line
Chorus
And He's homeward bound this evening
And with me he will stay
So get a move on, sailor-boy
Get cracking on your way
I kissed her hard and proper
Afore her flash man came
So fare thee well, you Bowery girl
I know your little game
Chorus
And then I wrapped me glad rags round me
And to the docks did steer
I will never court another girl
I'll stick to rum and beer
I joined a Yankee blood-boat
And sailed away next morn
Don't mess around with women boys
You're safer round Cape Horn
One evening [G]last July[D]
[G]I met a maid who[C] asked me trade
And a sailor[G] lad sa[D]ys I[G]
To Tiffany's I took her
I didnt mind expense
I bought her a pair of gold earrings
And they cost me fifteen cents
Chorus
Away Santee
My Dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls
can't you dance the polka?
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And she says, 'You Limejuice sailor
Now see me home you may'
But when we reached her cottage door
She this to me did say
My flash man he's a Yankee
With his hair cut short behind
He wears a pair of black sea-boots
And he sails in the Blackball Line
Chorus
And He's homeward bound this evening
And with me he will stay
So get a move on, sailor-boy
Get cracking on your way
I kissed her hard and proper
Afore her flash man came
So fare thee well, you Bowery girl
I know your little game
Chorus
And then I wrapped me glad rags round me
And to the docks did steer
I will never court another girl
I'll stick to rum and beer
I joined a Yankee blood-boat
And sailed away next morn
Don't mess around with women boys
You're safer round Cape Horn