As I walked down to New York town, a
fair maid I did meet
She asked me back to see her place,
she lived on Barrack Street
And away, Santy, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?
And when I got inside the house, the
drinks were passed around
The liquor was so awful strong, my
head went round and round
And then we had another drink before
we sat to eat
The liquor was so awful strong, I
quickly fell asleep
When I awoke next morning, I had an
aching head
And there was I Jack all alone, stark
naked in me bed
My gold watch and my money and my
lady friend were gone
And there was I Jack all alone, stark
naked in the room
Looking round that little room,
there's nothing I could see
But a woman's shift and apron that
were no use to me
With a barrel for a suit of clothes,
down Cherry Street forlorn
Where Martin Churchill took me in and
he sent me round Cape Horn
So, sailor lads, take warning when you land on New York shore
You'll have to get up early to be smarter than a whore.
Folking brilliant! The
lyrics tell us a story as old as the world: a boy being seduced by a wise girl.
I quite enjoyed the Steeleye Span version, but this one reminds me of the
Pogues, as a band.
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