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Ooo, Ooo, we're sailin' 'cross the river from Liverpool, heave away, Santy Anno. |
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Around Cape Horn to 'Frisco Bay, 'way out in Californio. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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Well, back in the days of forty-nine. Heave away, Santy Anno. Back in the days of the good old times. Way out in Californio. |
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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. |
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Ahh, Ahh. Ooo. Ooo. |
