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OK, iconic image not at all relevant to this article… But it speaks to the verse “I kissed her hard and proper”…<\/p><\/div>\n
As I walked down on Broadway
\nOne evening in July
\nI met a maid who asked me trade
\nAnd a sailor Jack says I<\/p>\n
Chorus: To Tiffany’s I took her Says she, ‘You Limejuice sailor My flash man he’s a Yankee He’s homeward bound this evening So I kissed her hard and proper I wrapped me glad rags round me I joined a Yankee packet <\/p>\n Joseph’s Version<\/span><\/p>\n As I walked down on South Street Chorus: Then come with my, my cheerie lad To Tiffany’s I took her We bore away for the dance floor She said, ‘My handsome sailor man My flash man, he’s a Yankee He’s homeward bound this evening Well I kissed her hard and proper Then I wrapped me glad rags ’round me I signed aboard a packet ship Chorus 2x<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" There are a couple of versions of this song tossed about, each quite legitimate. \u00a0This set of lyrics is how the song is sung by Cliff and by Paul, which are based on the lyrics published by B. Whall, harmonized by R. H. Whall and Ernest Reeves. 1910, “Sea Songs and Shanties,” Brown, Son & […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":21,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-4148","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4148","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4148"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4148\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5211,"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4148\/revisions\/5211"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/21"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4148"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nAnd away, you santee,<\/em>
\nMy dear Annie.<\/em>
\nOh, you New York Girls,<\/em>
\nYou love us for our money!<\/em><\/p>\n
\nI did not mind expense
\nI bought her two gold earrings
\nAnd they cost me fifteen cents<\/p>\n
\nTo see me home you may’
\nBut when we reached her cottage door
\nShe this to me did say<\/p>\n
\nWith his hair cut short behind
\nHe wears a tarry jumper
\nAnd he sails in the Blackball Line<\/p>\n
\nAnd with me he will stay
\nSo get a move on, sailor-boy
\nGet cracking on your way<\/p>\n
\nAfore her flash man came
\nAnd fare ye well, me Bowery gal
\nI know your little game<\/p>\n
\nAnd to the docks did steer
\nI’ll never court another maid
\nI’ll stick to rum and beer<\/p>\n
\nAnd sailed away next morn
\nDon’t ever fool with pretty gals
\nYou’re safer off Cape Horn<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/07\/5b4cd30fb87805c0115d14122ee3cd64-225x300.jpg\")
<\/p>\n
\nOne evening in July
\n‘Twas there I met a maid who asked me trade
\n“Well, a sailor,” Jack says I<\/p>\n
\nAnd away, you santee,<\/em>
\nMy dear Annie.<\/em>
\nOh, you New York Girls,<\/em>
\nYou love us for our money!<\/em><\/p>\n
\nAnd share with me a treat.
\nBuy me some rum and ale to drink
\nAnd tabnabs for to eat.<\/p>\n
\nI did not mind expense
\nI bought her two gold earrings
\nAnd they cost me fifteen cents<\/p>\n
\nIt cost just two bits more
\nTo hear some scratchy fiddle play
\nAs we shuffled ’round the floor<\/p>\n
\nTo see me home you may’
\nBut when we reached her tenement door
\nShe turned to me to say<\/p>\n
\nWith his hair cut short behind
\nHe wears a tarry jumper
\nAnd he sails in the Blackball Line<\/p>\n
\nAnd with me he will stay
\nSo get a move on, sailor-boy
\nGet cracking on your way<\/p>\n
\nAfore her flash man came
\n“Fare ye well, me Bowery whore
\nI know your little game.”<\/p>\n
\nAnd to the docks did steer’
\nI’ll never court them Bowrey whores;
\nI’ll stick to rum and beer<\/p>\n
\nWhat sailed away next morn’.
\nDon’t give your thoughts to New York Girls
\nIt’s safer ’round Cape Horn.<\/p>\n