♪As I walked down on Broadway one evening in JulyA mail-a-mate, she asked me, trade a sailor boy of mineAnd away some day, my dear AnnieOh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polkaI took her up to Tiffany's, I did not mind expenseI bought her two gold earrings and they cost me fifty centsAnd away some day, my dear AnnieOh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polkaShe said, milline, dear sailor, now walk me home with meBut when we reached the cottage door, she turned and made us stayAnd away some day, my dear AnnieOh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polkaI kissed her on the rubber, I wore a flash man capeNow fare you well, me fairy girl, I know you're a little gayAnd away some day, my dear AnnieOh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polkaI put bakelite rags round me, and to the gods they'd sneerI'll never kiss another maid, I'll stick to rum and beerAnd away some day, my dear AnnieOh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polkaI joined a Yankee blood boat, sailed away next mornMiddle of the afternoon, no new billI'll never kiss another maid, I'll seek for a rum capeAnd away some day, my dear AnnieOh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polkaAnd away some day, my dear AnnieOh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka