Weavers Aweigh, Santy Ano
From Boston town we're bound away,
Heave away, Santy Ano!
Around Cape Horn to Frisco Bay,
We're bound for Califor-ni-o.
So heave her up and away we'll go,
Heave away, Santy Ano!
Heave her up and away we'll go,
We're bound for Califor-ni-o.
She's a fast clipper ship and a bully good crew,
Heave away, Santy Ano!
A downeast Yankee for her captain, too,
We're bound for Califor-ni-o.
So heave her up and away we'll go,
Heave away, Santy Ano!
Heave her up and away we'll go,
We're bound for Califor-ni-o.
Back in the days of forty-nine,
Heave away, Santy Ano!
Those were the days of the good old times,
We're bound for Califor-ni-o.
So heave her up and away we'll go,
Heave away, Santy Ano!
Heave her up and away we'll go,
We're bound for Califor-ni-o.
When I leave ship I'll settle down,
Heave away, Santy Ano!
I'll marry a girl named Sally Brown,
We're bound for Califor-ni-o.
So heave her up and away we'll go,
Heave away, Santy Ano!
Heave her up and away we'll go,
We're bound for Califor-ni-o.
There's plenty of gold, so I've been told,
Heave away, Santy Ano!
Plenty of gold, so I've been told,
Way out in Califor-ni-o.
So heave her up and away we'll go,
Heave away, Santy Ano!
Heave her up and away we'll go,
We're bound for Califor-ni-o.
