As i walked out the bowery,
One evening last july,
I met a maid, who asked my trade,
A sailor lad saya i.

Chorus:
Then away you santee,
My dear annie,
Oh you new york girls,
Carn't you dance the polka?

To tiffany's i took her,
Idid not mind expense,
I brought her two gold earings,
They cost me fifty pence.

She saya you limejuice sailor, 
Now see me home you may,
But when we reached her cottage door,
She unto me did say.

My flashman he's a yankee,
With his hair cut short behind,
He wears a pair of long seaboots,
And he sails the blackball line.

He's homeward bound this evening,
And with me he will stay,
So get a move on sailor boy,
Get crackin' on your way.

So i kissed her hard and proper,
Before the flashman came,
An' fare ye well me bowery girl,
I know your little game.

I wrapped me glad rags round me,
An' to the docks did steer,
I'll never court another maid,
I'll stick to rum and beer.

New york girls