Our boots and clothes is all in pawn Go down, you blood red roses, go down! And its flamin' 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! It's 'round that cape we all must go Around all stiff through the frost and snow Oh my old mother, she wrote to me My dearest son, come home from sea It's growl you may, but go you must If you growl too hard your head they'll bust Just one more pull and that will do For we're the boys to kick her through