Can't Ye Dance The Polka?

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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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Then a-way you San-tee,  My dear Annie,  Oh, ye New York girls,
Can't ye dance the pol-ka?

2. 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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3. 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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4. 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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5. "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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6. 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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7. 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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8. 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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