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Go Down You Blood Red Roses

Gather round you sailors and listen to me
Go down you blood red roses, go down!
Ne'er take a young girl on your knee
Go down you blood red roses, go down!
Oh you pinks and posies
Go down you blood red roses, go down!
Them Liverpool girls ain't got no comb
Go down you blood red roses, go down!
They comb their hair with a kipper backbone
Go down you blood red roses, go down!
Oh you pinks and posies
Go down you blood red roses, go down!
The wind blows cold around Cape Horn
Go down you blood red roses, go down!
And there ain't no girls to keep you warm
Go down you blood red roses, go down!
Oh you pinks and posies
Go down you blood red roses, go down!
When I was a young man in my prime
Go down you blood red roses, go down!
I took them pretty girls nine at a time
Go down you blood red roses, go down!
Oh you pinks and posies
Go down you blood red roses, go down!
But now I'm old and getting grey
Go down you blood red roses, go down!
I can hardly manage one a day
Go down you blood red roses, go down!
Oh you pinks and posies
Go down you blood red roses, go down!