We’re sailing down the river from Liverpool,
heave away, Santiano,
round Cape Hoorn to the Frisco Bay,
all on the plains of Mexico.
Refrain:
So heave her up and away we’ll go,
heave away, Santiano,
heave her up and away we’ll go
all on the plains of Mexico.
Back in the day of fortynine,
those were the days of the good old time.
Oh, Santy Anna gained the day,
gained the day of Monterrey.
Oh, General Taylor ran away,
ran away at Monterrey.
When I leave this ship I’ll settle down
and marry a girl named Sally Brown.