Blood Red Roses

Our boots and clothes are all in pawn

Go down, you blood red roses, Go down!

And it’s mighty drafty ’round Cape Horn,

Go down, you blood red roses, Go down!

Chorus

Oh, you pinks and posies

Go down, you blood red roses, Go down! 

For it’s ’round Cape Horn we all must go

For that is where them whale fish blow.

Sing out me boys, and pull plus fort

Around Cape Stiff through the frost and snow.

My dear old father said to me,

Oh son, you’re a fool for to follow the sea!

“The topmen up,” the mate he roars!

“It’s lay aloft you lazy currs!”

The gals are waitin’ straight ahead.

A long strong pull should shift the dead

Now pull ‘er taut and that’ll do

For we’re the boys to kick ‘er through!