Blood Red Roses

Our boots and clothes are all in pawn 

     Go down, you blood red roses, go down 

And its flamin’ 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

My dear old mother she said to me

My son John, come home from sea

It’s round Cape Horn we all must 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

When I get back to Liverpool Town

I’ll kiss the girls on the Holy Ground