As I went down to Broadway,
I met a maid, she asked my trade,
Jim Tiffany's, I took her,
I bought her a pair of gold earrings,
they cost me fifteen cents.
And away Sandy, my dear Annie,
can't you dance the polka?
She said, my fine new sailor,
Now take me home you may,
But when we reached her cottage door,
My Flashman, he's a Yankee,
With haircuts short behind,
He wears a pair of tall sea boots,
And he sails in the black boat mine.
And away, Santy, My dear Annie,
He's homeward bound this evening,
and with me he will stay,
So get a move on, Santa boy,
get crackin' on your way.
I kissed her hard and proper,
before her flashmen came,
Saying, fairly well, my fowry girl,
And the way, Santy, my dear Annie,
Oh, you do your girl's catch dance polka.
I wrap me clad rags round me,
and to the donk it's dear
I'll never court another girl,
I'll stick to rum and beer
I joined a Yankee blood boat,
and sailed away next morn
Don't mess around with wo men,
they're just safer around Cape Horn
And away, Santee, my dear Annie
And away, Santee, my dear Annie
can't you dance the polka?
can't you dance the polka?
