Finbar Furey - New York Girls | Текст песни

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Finbar Furey, and here is what he sings:

New York Girls
Finbar Furey, in Gangs of New York (Soundtrack, 2002)

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

To Me Way You Santy
My dear Annie
Oh you New York girls
Can't you dance the polka?

To Me Way 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 forty-four
Her mother and her sister there
To meet us at the door

To Me Way You Santy
My dear Annie
Oh you New York girls
Can't you dance the polka?

To Me Way You Santy
My dear Annie
Oh you New York girls
Can't you dance the polka?

When I got inside the house
The drinks were passed around
The liquor was so awful strong
My head went round and round

To Me Way You Santy
My dear Annie
Oh you New York girls
Can't you dance the polka?

To Me Way You Santy
My dear Annie
Oh you New York girls
Can't you dance the polka?

And then we had another drink
Before we sat to eat
The liquor was so awful strong
I quickly fell asleep

To Me Way You Santy
My dear Annie
Oh you New York girls
Can't you dance the polka?

To Me Way You Santy
My dear Annie
Oh you New York girls
Can't you dance the polka?

When I awoke next morning
I had an aching head
There was I Jack all alone
Stark naked in the bed

To Me Way You Santy
My dear Annie
Oh you New York girls
Can't you dance the polka?

To Me Way You Santy
My dear Annie
Oh you New York girls
Can't you dance the polka?

Me gold watch and me pocket book
And lady friends were gone
And there was I Jack all alone
Stark naked in the room

To Me Way You Santy
My dear Annie
Oh you New York girls
Can't you dance the polka?

To Me Way You Santy
My dear Annie
Oh you New York girls
Can't you dance the polka?

On looking round this little room
There's nothing could I see
But a woman's shift and apron
That were no use to me

To Me Way You Santy
My dear Annie
Oh you New York girls
Can't you dance the polka?

To Me Way You Santy
My dear Annie
Oh you New York girls
Can't you dance the polka?

With a flour barrel for a suit of clothes
Down Cherry street forlorn
There Martin Churchill took me in
And sent me round Cape horn

To Me Way You Santy
My dear Annie
Oh you New York girls
Can't you dance the polka?

To Me Way my honey
My dear Annie
Oh you New York girls
Can't you dance the polka?