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There is treasure hidden there, on the coast of California. El Diego hid it there when the Clera ran aground
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On the coast of California, deep within a cave that's never seen.
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Treasure, stolen from the Incas, we could capture for the Queen.
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There's a mountain in the ocean on the coast of California and deep within its side the tides of night alone reveal
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El Diego's hidden cave where we'll plunder the riches of Grenada.
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While the Spaniard, blind with pleasure plays ashore in Ensenada.
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We will sail before the dawn along the coast of California. El Diego is delayed. The wine and woman hold their sway
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And our map is clearly drawn to the dark and stormy shore.
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On the coast of California lies a mighty prize of war.
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Tell not a soul that you have seen me. Breathe not a word of what I say. (Repeat line)
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COAST OF CALIFORNIA
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| Dave Guard/Jane Bowers |
