Can't You Dance the Polka? Bill Dempsey
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As I came down the Bowery
One evening in July,
I met a maid who asked my trade,
And a sailor John said I,
ref.:
Then away, you Santy,
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,
They cost me fifteen cents.
She said, "If you're a sailor,
Now take me home you may,"
But when I reached her cottage door
She unto me did say:
"My young man he's a sailor,
With his hair cut short behind;
My young man he's a sailor,
And he sails in the Black Ball line."
D GOne evening in July,
A7 DI met a maid who asked my trade,
G A7And a sailor John said I,
Dref.:
Then away, you Santy,
D GMy dear Annie,
A7 DOh, you New York girls,
GCan't you dance the polka?
A7 DTo Tiffany's I took her;
I did not mind expense.
I bought her two gold earrings,
They cost me fifteen cents.
She said, "If you're a sailor,
Now take me home you may,"
But when I reached her cottage door
She unto me did say:
"My young man he's a sailor,
With his hair cut short behind;
My young man he's a sailor,
And he sails in the Black Ball line."
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