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!
Oh, you pinks and posies; GO DOWN, YOU BLOOD RED ROSES, GO DOWN!
You’ve had your advance and to sea must go;
Chasing whales through the frost and the snow.
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My old mother, she wrote to me;
«My dearest son, come home from the sea!»
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But around Cape Horn we all must go;
‘Round Cape Horn through the ice and the snow.
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‘Round Cape Horn we all must go;
For that is where the whale fish blow.
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Just one more pull and that will do;
For we’re the bullies to kick her through.
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