Santiano [English translation]

It is a fine three-master thin like a bird.

Heave-ho, Santiano !

Eighteen knots, four hundred barrels :

I am proud to be one of her seaman

Hold fast the helm and hold fast the wind.

Heave-ho, Santiano !

By God's will, always straight ahead,

We will sail until San Francisco

I'm going away for long months, leaving Margot.

Heave-ho, Santiano !

To think of it caused me sorrow

While crossing the fires of Saint-Malo

They say that over there money flows.

Heave-ho, Santiano !

You find gold down in the streams

I will bring back several ingots

One day, I'll return with my arms full of gifts.

Heave-ho, Santiano !

In the country, I'll visit Margot

At her finger, I will slip a ring

Hold fast the course and hold fast the waves

Heave-ho, Santiano !

On the sea arching it's back,

We will sail until San Francisco

It is a fine three-master thin like a bird.

Heave-ho, Santiano !

Eighteen knots, four hundred barrels :

I am proud to be one of her seaman

• Artist:Hugues Aufray