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[G]As I walked down the[C] Broadway one[D] evening in Ju[G]ly
I met a maid who[C] asked my trade – A [D7]sailor
John - says[G] I
[G]And away you[C] Johnnie – My[D] dear[G] Annie
O you[C] New York girls,[D7] can't you dance
the[G] polka
To Tiffany's I took her, I did not mind expense
An' I bought her two gold ear-rings, and they cost
me fifty cents
And away you Johnnie – My dear Annie
O you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?
Says
she - You lime-juice sailor, now see me home you may
But when we reached her cottage door, she unto me did say
And
away you Johnnie – My dear Annie
O you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?
She says her man's a Yankee,
with his hair cut short behind
And he wears a pair of tall sea boots and he sails in the Blackball Line
And
away you Johnnie – My dear Annie
O you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?
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