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Santiano
It's a glorious three-master sleek as a bird
Heave-ho, Santiano!
Eighteen knots, four hundred barrels
I'm proud to be a sailor on board
Hold fast the helm and hold fast the wind
Heave-ho, Santiano!
If God wills, always straight ahead
We'll go all the way to San Francisco
I'm settin' off, for long months a-leavin' Margot
Heave-ho, Santiano!
Thinkin' 'bout it made my heart heavy
As we passed the lights o' Saint-Malo
It's said that money there flows freely
Heave-ho, Santiano!
Gold can be found at the bottom of streams
I'll bring back several ingots
One day, I'll return
Loaded with gifts
Heave-ho, Santiano!
In my homeland, I'll go see Margot
And I'll put a band on her finger
Hold fast the course and hold fast the tide
Heave-ho, Santiano!
On the sea that makes the big waves
We'll sail all the way to San Francisco
It's a glorious three-master sleek as a bird
Heave-ho, Santiano!
Eighteen knots, four hundred barrels
I'm proud to be a sailor on board
Elian E.✕
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