Blood Red Roses | |
| 1. | Our boots and clothes are all in pawn |
| Go down you blood red roses go down | |
| And it's mighty 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 | |
| 2. | You've had your advance to sea you must go |
| Go down you blood red roses go down | |
| A-chasing whales through the frost and snow | |
| Go down you blood red roses go down | |
| Oh you pinks and posies | |
| Go down you blood red roses go down | |
| 3. | Oh my old mother she wrote to me |
| Go down you blood red roses go down | |
| My sailor 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 | |
| 4. | But round Cape Horn you've got to go |
| Go down you blood red roses go down | |
| For that is where them whale fish blow | |
| Go down you blood red roses go down | |
| Oh you pinks and posies | |
| Go down you blood red roses go down | |
| 5. | Just one more pull and that will do |
| Go down you blood red roses go down | |
| For we're the lads to kick her through | |
| Go down you blood red roses go down | |
| Oh you pinks and posies | |
| Go down you blood red roses go down | |
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| Traditional | |
| Sung by Dick Willard |
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