As I came down the Bowery         D G
One evening in July,              A7 D
I met a maid who asked my trade,  G A7
And a sailor John said I,         D

ref.:
Then away, you Santy,             D G
My dear Annie,                    A7 D
Oh, you New York girls,           G
Can't you dance the polka?        A7 D

To Tiffany's I took her;
I did not mind expense.
I bought her two gold earrings,
They cost me fifteen cents.

She said, "If you're a sailor,
Now take me home you may,"
But when I reached her cottage door
She unto me did say:

"My young man he's a sailor,
With his hair cut short behind;
My young man he's a sailor,
And he sails in the Black Ball line."