New York Girls

D E7 A Bm7 E A D E7 A Bm7 E A D As I walked down through Chatham Street E7 A A fair maid I did meet Bm7 She asked me to see her home E7 A She lived in Bleecker Street D And away you santy E7 A My dear honey Bm7 Oh, you New York girls E7 A Can't you dance the polka? D And when we got to Bleecker Street E7 A We stopped at forty-four Bm7 Her mother and her sister there E7 A To meet her at the door D And away you santy E7 A My dear honey Bm7 Oh, you New York girls E7 A Can't you dance the polka? D And when we got inside the house E7 A The drinks were passed around Bm7 The liquor was so awful strong E7 A My head went round and round D And away you santy E7 A My dear honey Bm7 Oh, you New York girls E7 A Can't you dance the polka? D And then we had another drink E7 A Before we sat to eat Bm7 The liquor was so awful strong E7 A I quickly fell asleep D And away you santy E7 A My dear honey Bm7 Oh, you New York girls E7 A Can't you dance the polka? D E7 A Bm7 E A D E7 A Bm7 E A D When I awoke next morning E7 A I had an aching head Bm7 There was I, Jack all alone E7 A Stark naked in me bed D And away you santy E7 A My dear honey Bm7 Oh, you New York girls E7 A Can't you dance the polka? D My gold watch and my pocketbook E7 A And lady friend were gone Bm7 And there was I, Jack all alone E7 A Stark naked in the room D And away you santy E7 A My dear honey Bm7 Oh, you New York girls E7 A Can't you dance the polka? D On looking round this little room E7 A There's nothing I could see Bm7 But a woman's shift and apron E7 A That were no use to me D And away you santy E7 A My dear honey Bm7 Oh, you New York girls E7 A Can't you dance the polka? D With a flour barrel for a suit of clothes E7 A Down Cherry Street, forlorn Bm7 There Martin Churchill took me in E7 A And sent me 'round Cape Horn D And away you santy E7 A My dear honey Bm7 Oh, you New York girls E7 A Can't you dance the polka?