Blood Red Roses
Our boots and clothes are all in pawn
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down
And its flamin' drafty 'round Cape Horn,
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down
cho: Oh, you pinks and posies,
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down
My dear old mother said to me,
My dearest son, come home from sea
It's 'round Cape Horn we all must go
'Round Cape Horn in the frost and snow
You've got your advance, and to sea you'll go
To chase them whales through the frost and snow
It's 'round Cape Horn you've got to go,
For that is where them whalefish blow
It's growl you may, but go you must,
If you growl too much your head they'll bust
Just one more pull and that will do
For we're the boys to kick her through
Recorded by Louis Killen- 50 South, also MacColl and LLoyd
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