Shipmates listen unto me.
I'll tell you in my song
of the things that happened to me
when I come home from Hong Kong.
Chorus:
To me way, Santy, my dear Annie. Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?
As I walked down to Chatham Street, a fair maid I did meet.
She asked me, please, to see her home. She lived on Bleecker Street.
Now, if you'll only come with me, you can have a treat.
You can have a glass of brandy and something nice to eat.
(Chorus)
Before we sat down to eat, we had sev'ral drinks.
The liquor was so awful strong, I quickly fell asleep.