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(traditional sea chanty)

staff with melody

From Boston port we're bound away,
    Heave aweigh, Santy Anno!
Round Cape Horn to 'Frisco Bay,
    We're bound to Californ-i-o!
    So heave her up and away we'll go,
    Heave aweigh, Santy Anno!
    Heave her up and away we'll go,
    We're bound to Californ-i-o!

She's a fine clipper ship and a stalwart crew,
And a down-east Yankee for her skipper too

Back in the days of forty-nine,
Those were the days of the good old time

When I leave ship I'll settle down,
Marry me a girl named Sally Brown

There's plenty of gold so I've been told,
There's plenty of gold so I've been told,

Oh, have you heard the latest news?
The Yankees they took Vera Cruz,
    All on the plains of Mexico.

Old Santy Anna had a wooden leg,
He used it for a wooden peg

Brave General Taylor gained the day,
And Santy Anno ran away

Oh, then we smashed them up and down,
We captured all that Mexican ground

Oh, Santy Anno fought for fame,
He fought for fame and gained his name

The ladies there I do adore,
I always want to be ashore

You've loved me dear and you've loved me well,
I'd rather be here than down in hell,

(from miriam berg's folksong collection)