It's a famous three-master, thin like a bird
Heave high! Santiano!
Eighteen knots, four hundred tons
I'm proud to be a sailor here
Keep the wave right, keep the wind right
Heave high! Santiano!
If it's God's will, always straight on
We'll reach as far as San Francisco
Oh, the wind was foul and the seas ran high
Heave away! Santiano!
She shipped it green and none went by
Along the plains of Mexico!
Keep the wave right, keep the wind right
Heave high! Santiano!
If it's God's will, always straight on
We'll reach as far as San Francisco
I set off for many long months, leaving Margot
Heave high! Santiano!
My heart broke when I thought of her
While rounding the lights of Saint-Malo
Keep the wave right, keep the wind right
Heave high! Santiano!
If it's God's will, always straight on
We'll reach as far as San Francisco
We swear by rote for want of more
Heave away! Santiano!
But now we're through so we'll go on shore
Along the plains of Mexico
Keep the wave right, keep the wind right
Heave high! Santiano!
If it's God's will, always straight on
We'll reach as far as San Francisco
Keep the wave right, keep the wind right
Heave high! Santiano!
If it's God's will, always straight on
We'll reach as far as San Francisco