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This is another rollicking English maritime song with a rousing chorus that has been performed in every English folk club over the past 40 years or so. The iconic version was recorded by Fairport Convention and famously featured Peter Sellers on ukulele. It relates the dodgy experiences of an English jack tar with a few quid in his pocket on the unfamiliar streets of New York and the ladies of the night he met along the way.

Lyrics

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.

Chorus:
And away you santy, my dear honey,
O 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 her at the door.

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,
There was I, Jack all alone, Stark naked in me bed.

My gold watch and my pocketbook And lady friend were gone;
And there was I, Jack all alone, Stark naked in the room.

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

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.

© PhilDrane Music 2016