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Santiano
It is a fine three-master thin like a bird.
Heave-ho, Santiano !
Eighteen knots, four hundred barrels :
I am proud to be one of her seaman
Hold fast the helm and hold fast the wind.
Heave-ho, Santiano !
By God's will, always straight ahead,
We will sail until San Francisco
I'm going away for long months, leaving Margot.
Heave-ho, Santiano !
To think of it caused me sorrow
While crossing the fires of Saint-Malo
They say that over there money flows.
Heave-ho, Santiano !
You find gold down in the streams
I will bring back several ingots
One day, I'll return with my arms full of gifts.
Heave-ho, Santiano !
In the country, I'll visit Margot
At her finger, I will slip a ring
Hold fast the course and hold fast the waves
Heave-ho, Santiano !
On the sea arching it's back,
We will sail until San Francisco
It is a fine three-master thin like a bird.
Heave-ho, Santiano !
Eighteen knots, four hundred barrels :
I am proud to be one of her seaman
gregoire.tricoire
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The French lyricist Jacques Plante (1920-2003) composed the French text of Santiano
Melody of Dave Fisher, the leader of the group The Highwaymen -https://terreceltiche.altervista.org/aweigh-santy-anno-were-bound-for-ca...