As I walked down the Broad-way, one mornin' in Jul-y'
I met a maid, who ax'd me trade, an' a Sailor John, sez I--

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To me way you Santee, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can’t you dance the polka?

To Tiffany's I took her, I did not mind expense,
I bought her two gold earrings, an' they cost me fifteen cents.
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Sez she, "You Limejuice sailor, now see me home you may,"
But when we reached her cottage door, she unto me did say.
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My flash man he's a Yankee, wid his hair cut short behind,
He wears a pair of tall seaboots, an' he's bosun in the Blackball line."
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"He's homeward bound this evenin', an' wid me he will stay,
So git a move on, sailor-boy, git crackin' on yer way."
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So I kissed her hard and proper, afore her flashman came
An' fare-ye-well, ye Bowery gal, I know yer little game.
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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!
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I joined a Yankee bloodboat, an' sailed away next morn.
Don't fool around with Yankee girls, yer safer off Cape Horn
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