G C G DAs I walked out on Broadway, one evening last July G C G D GI met a maid she asked me trade, "a sailor lad" says ITo Tiffany's I took her I didn’t mind expenseI bought her a pair of gold earrings, they cost me fifteen centsChorus (twice every time)Away Santee My Dear Annie Oh, you New York girls can't you dance the polka?And she says, 'You Limejuice sailor Now see me home you may'But when we reached her cottage door She this to me did say:“My flash man he's a Yankee With his hair cut short behindHe wears a pair of black sea-boots And he sails in the Blackball Line”--CHORUS--And He's homeward bound this evening And with me he will staySo get a move on, sailor-boy Get cracking on your wayI kissed her hard and proper Afore her flash man cameSo fare thee well, you Bowery girl I know your little game--CHORUS--And then I wrapped me glad rags round me And to the docks did steerI will never court another girl I'll stick to rum and beerI joined a Yankee blood-boat And sailed away next mornDon't mess around with women boys You're safer ‘round Cape Horn--CHORUS--