Our boots and shoes are all in pawn
Go down, you blood red roses, go down
It’s flaming drafty ’round Cape Horn
Go down, you blood red roses, go down
Ah, you pinks and posies
Go down, you blood red roses, go down
It’s ’round Cape Horn with frozen sail…
Around Cape Stiff to hunt for whale…
It’s ’round Cape Horn the ship must go
For that is where them whalefishes blow
It’s growl you may but go you must
You growl too hard your head they’ll bust
Rock and shake her is the cry
The bleeding topmast sheave is dry
Just one more pull and that will do
For we’re the crew to kick her through