Blood Red Roses

O all me clothes are all in pawn
Go down ye blood-red roses, go down
And it's mighty draughty down Cape Horn
Go down ye blood-red roses, go down
O ye pinks and posies
Go down ye blood-red roses, go down

Well my old mother she wrote to me
Go down ye blood-red roses, go down
Me dear young son come home from sea
Go down ye blood-red roses, go down

Just one more pull and that'll do
Go down ye blood-red roses, go down
For we're the boys to kick her through
Go down ye blood-red roses, go down

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
@sailor @whale
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