Our boots and clothes are all in pawn

Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

It's mighty drafty 'round Cape Horn

Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

Oh, you pinks and posies

Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

But it's round Cape Horn that we must go

Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

For that is where them whalefish blow

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 wrote to me

Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

Oh, son, dear son come home from sea

Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

Oh, you pinks and posies

Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

Now one more pull and that will do

Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

For we're the boys to pull her through

Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

Oh, you pinks and posies

Go down, you blood red roses, Go down