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SANTIANO FR/EN

C'est un fameux trois-mâts, fin comme un oiseau
Hissez haut! Santiano!
Dix-huit nœuds, quatre cents tonneaux
Je suis fier d'y être matelot

Tiens bon la vague et tiens bon le vent
Hissez haut! Santiano!
Si Dieu veut, toujours droit devant
Nous irons jusqu'à San Francisco

Je pars pour de longs mois en laissant Margot
Hissez haut! Santiano!
D'y penser, j'avais le cœur gros
En doublant les feux de Saint Malo

Tiens bon la vague et tiens bon le vent
Hissez haut! Hissez haut! Santiano!
Si Dieu veut, toujours droit devant
Nous irons jusqu'à San Francisco

On prétend que là-bas, l'argent coule à flots
Hissez haut! Santiano!
On trouve l'or au fond des ruisseaux
J'en ramènerai plusieurs lingots

Tiens bon la vague et tiens bon le vent
Hissez haut! Hissez haut! Santiano!
Si Dieu veut, toujours droit devant
Nous irons jusqu'à San Francisco

Un jour je reviendrai, chargé de cadeaux
Hissez haut! Santiano!
Au pays, j'irai voir Margot
À son doigt, je passerai l'anneau

Tiens bon le cap et tiens bon le flot
Hissez haut! Hissez haut! Santiano!
Sur la mer qui fait le gros dos
Nous irons jusqu'à San Fran-cis-co

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We're sailin' 'cross the river from Liverpool,
Heave away, Santy Anno.
Around Cape Horn to 'Frisco Bay,
Way out in Californio.

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.

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.

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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