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
You’ve had your advance to sea you must go
A-chasing whales through the frost and snow
Oh my old mother she wrote to me
My sailor John come home from sea
But it’s round Cape Horn you’ve got to go
For that is where them whale fish blow
Just one more pull and that will do
For we’re the boys to see her through