Santo Anno

Dave guard
Oh, oh, we’re sailin’ ‘cross the river from liverpool, heave away, santy anno.
Around cape horn to ‘frisco bay, ‘way out in californio.
So, heave her up and away we’ll go. Heave away, santy anno. heave her up and away we’ll go. ‘way out in californio.

There’s plenty of gold, so I’ve been told. Heave away, santy anno. heave her up and away we’ll go. ‘way out in californio.
Well, back in the days of forty-nine. Weave away, santy anno. back in the days of the good old times. way out in californio.