Blood Red Roses

Our boots and clothes are all in pawn
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down
It’s mighty drafty ’round Cape Horn
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

Oh, you pinks and posies
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

But it’s round Cape Horn that we must go
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down
For that is where them whalefish blow
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

Oh, you pinks and posies
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

My dear old mother wrote to me
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down
Oh, son, dear son come home from sea
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

Oh, you pinks and posies
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

Now one more pull and that will do
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down
For we’re the boys to pull her through
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

Oh, you pinks and posies
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down