Santy Anna


"The last whaler to return to New Bedford hauled into dock to the tune of this old shanty; and it was told me by one who was present that the grim old seafarers who gathered on the pierhead to watch, shed tears unashamed as the well-remembered notes rang out across the harbor for the last time."

-Joanna Colcord, Songs of American Sailormen

Oh, San-ty Ana won th' day,
Hooray, Santy A-ana!
Oh, San-ty Ana won th' day,
All on the plains of Mexico!

An' Gen'ral Taylor ran a-away.
Hooray, Santy A-ana!
He ran away at Mo-on-te-ray
All on the plains of Mexico!

Oh, San-ty Ana fought fo-or fame.
Hooray, Santy A-ana!
Ah, San-ty Ana ma-ade his name.
All on the plains of Mexico!

Oh, San-ty Ana's dead an' gone.
Hooray, Santy A-ana!
When all th' fight-ing he had done.
All on the plains of Mexico!

We buried him with a gold-en spade.
Hooray, Santy A-ana!
An' marked th' place where he was laid.
All on the plains of Mexico!


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