AWEIGH, SANTY ANNO
(traditional sea chanty)
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)