New York Girls Finbar Furey Lycris

As I walked down through Chatham Street a fair maid I did meet, She asked me to see her home she lived in Bleecker Street. Chorus: To me aweigh, you Santy, My dear Annie Oh, you New York girls, Can t you dance the polka To me aweigh, you Santy, My dear Annie Oh, you New York girls, Can t you dance the polka And when we got to Bleecker Street, We stopped at fortyfour, Her mother and her sister there, to meet her at the door. Choru