Santy Anna

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"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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