| Author | Topic: Add: Can't You Dance the Polka? [New York Gals] | |
| dmcg | Posted - 25 Jul 04 - 04:39 pm | |
As I walked down the Broadway, One evening in July, I met a maid who asked my trade, A Sailor John, sez I (Chorus:) Then away, you Santee, my dear Annie! Ooh! you Noo York gals, Can't ye dance the polka? To Tiffany's [Nelligan's/a fancy store] I took her, I did not mind expense I bought her two gold earrings [I bought a slap-up supper], An' they cost me fifteen cents [That cost me fifteen cents] Sez she, "You Limejuice sailor, Now see me home you may." But when we reached her cottage door, She this to me did say. My flash man he's a Yankee, Wid his hair cut short behind, He wears a pair o' long sea-boots [red-tooped boots, brass-bound jacket] An' he sails the Blackball line [he's Bosun in the Blackball Line]. He's homeward bound this evening, An' wid me he will stay. So git a move on, sailor-boy, Get crackin' on yer way. So I kissed her hard and proper, Afore her flash man came, An' fare-ye-well, me Bowery gel, I know yer little game. I wrapped me glad rags round me, An' to the dock did steer. I'll never court another maid, I'll stick to rum an' beer. I joined a Yankee blood-boat, An' sailed away next morn. Don't ever fool around wid gals, Yer safer off Cape Horn! | ||
| Jon Freeman | Posted - 25 Jul 04 - 05:24 pm | |
Only 15 cents! It seems like the way I learned it must have added inflation - 50 cents. Either way, it's a song I very much enjoy - thanks Dave. | ||
| Leadfingers | Posted - 26 Jul 04 - 11:46 am | |
Tom Lewis maintains that this is a 'Modern' version ,post circa 1880 - Before this date (when the Polka gained popularity) the last line was 'You loves us for our money'. | ||