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Santiana
Mexico, ah Mexico
Away, Santiana!
Mexico is the place I know
Along the plains of Mexico
Santiana gained the day
Santiana gained the day
Galveston guys they got no combs
They comb their hair with speckled trout bones
Galveston gals I do adore
With the shining eyes and the coal black hair
Why do them yellow gals love me so
'cause I don't tell 'em all I know
Skipper likes whiskey, the mate likes rum
The crew likes both but we can't get none
Times is hard and wages low
Time for us to roll and go