Santa Marina, what you’ve done to me 
Santa Marina, all upon the Spanish sea 
The [bad word] to tell, she is the belle 
Of high society 

She lies awake and dreams of me 
Danny from the west country 

Santa Marina, with cannons 1 to 4 
Santa Marina, you’ve sent us to the floor 
She’s soft and fine, 5 foot 9 
Her eyes are royalty 

She lies awake and dreams of me 
Danny from the west country 

So radiant and fair with locks of auburn hair 
Like moonlight shining on the tide 
And I swore I’d go to die 100,000 times 
For one night by her side 
One night turned into 17 
Before we put to sea 

She lies awake and dreams of me 
Danny from the west country 

Santa Marina, you’re the end of Danny Doan 
Santa Marina, his grave shall have no stone 
Alone, the waters gather ‘round 
And set this soldier free 

She lies awake and dreams of me 
Danny from the west country