The West Country - The Dreadnoughts

Santa Marina, what you’ve done to me

Santa Marina, all upon the Spanish sea

The truth 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