| Santa Marina, what you’ve done to me
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| Santa Marina, all upon the Spanish sea
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| The truth to tell, she is the belle
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| Of high society
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| She lies awake and dreams of me
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| Danny from the west country
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| Santa Marina, with cannons 1 to 4
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| Santa Marina, you’ve sent us to the floor
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| She’s soft and fine, 5 foot 9
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| Her eyes are royalty
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| She lies awake and dreams of me
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| Danny from the west country
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| So radiant and fair with locks of auburn hair
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| Like moonlight shining on the tide
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| And I swore I’d go to die 100,000 times
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| For one night by her side
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| One night turned into 17
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| Before we put to sea
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| She lies awake and dreams of me
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| Danny from the west country
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| Santa Marina, you’re the end of Danny Doan
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| Santa Marina, his grave shall have no stone
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| Alone, the waters gather 'round
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| And set this soldier free
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| She lies awake and dreams of me
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| Danny from the west country |