We're sailing down the river from Liverpool,
heave away, Santy Anno.
'Round Cape Horn to 'Frisco Bay,
way out West to Californio.

Refrain:
So heave her up and away we'll go,
heave away, Santy Anno.
Heave her up and away we'll go,
way out West to Californio.

There's plenty of gold, so I've been told,
heave away, Santy Anno.
There's plenty of gold, so I've been told,
way out West to Californio.

Back in the days of Forty-nine,
heave away, Santy Anno.
Those are the days of the good old times,
way out West to Californio.