The Navy would never have a lass at sea. Aweigh, Santy Anno!
So I went in search of piracy, along the coast of Mexico.
And now we sail the Southern Seas. Aweigh, Santy Anno!
And we'll have those lady-lads on their knees, along the coast of Mexico.

So heave her up and away we'll go. Aweigh, Santy Anno!
To Mexico where the warm winds blow, along the coast of Mexico.

In Mexico I want to be. Aweigh, Santy Anno!
With a cask of rum on a drinkin' spree, along the coast of Mexico.
Them native lads I do adore. Aweigh, Santy Anno!
With their eyes that shine and coal-black hair, along the coast of Mexico.

So heave her up and away we'll go. Aweigh, Santy Anno!
To Mexico where the warm winds blow, along the coast of Mexico.

When I was a young lass singing prime, aweigh, Santy Anno!
I had them Irish lads two at a time, along the coast of Mexico.
But I'd never leave the sea to settle down. Aweigh, Santy Anno!
When I can have a lad in every town, along the coast of Mexico.

So heave her up and away we'll go. Aweigh, Santy Anno!
To Mexico where the warm winds blow, along the coast of Mexico.

Though the times is hard and the riches low. Aweigh, Santy Anno!
Ah, but we pirates must all "row and yo", along the coast of Mexico.

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