Blood Red Roses
Our boots & clothes are all in pawn
Ge’down, ye blood red roses, Ge’down!
It’s flaming draughty round Cape Horn
Ge’down, ye blood red roses, Ge’down!
Ohhh, ye pinks & posies!
Ge’down, ye blood red roses, Ge’down!
My dear old mother, she said to me,
Ge’down, ye blood red roses, Ge’down!
My dearest son, come home from sea
Ge’down, ye blood red roses, Ge’down!
It’s round Cape Horn we all must go
Ge’down, ye blood red roses, Ge’down!
To chase the whale through the frost and snow
Ge’down, ye blood red roses, Ge’down!
You’ve got yer advance & to sea ye’ll go
Ge’down, ye blood red roses, Ge’down!
To chase the whales through the frost & snow
Ge’down, ye blood red roses, Ge’down!
Around Cape Horn you’ve got to go
Ge’down, ye blood red roses, Ge’down!
For that is where the whalefish blow
Ge’down, ye blood red roses, Ge’down!
Well growl ye may, but go you must
Ge’down, ye blood red roses, Ge’down!
If ye growl to much your head they’ll bust
Ge’down, ye blood red roses, Ge’down!
Just one more heave & that’ll do
Ge’down, ye blood red roses, Ge’down!
Cos we’re the boys to pull her through
Ge’down, ye blood red roses, Ge’down!
