Go Down You Blood Red Roses

Our boots and clothes is all in pawn
Go down, you blood red roses, go down
And it’s flaming draughty ‘round Cape Horn
Go down, you blood red roses, go down

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

It’s ‘round Cape Horn we must go…
Our clothes all stiff with ice and snow

My dear old mother wrote to me…
Saying “Dearest son, come home from the sea”

It’s growl you may but go you must…
If you growl too hard, your head they’ll bust

Just one more heave and that’ll do…
And we’re the ones to see her through