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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 |
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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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