| Go down you Blood Red Roses
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| Go down you pinks and posies
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| Go down you Blood Red Roses
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| Go down you pinks and posies
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| Sailing out of Boston one hundred days at sea
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| On the good ship Bonadventure, a’whaling men are we
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| We set sail for the Cape Horn, where the seas are cold as ice
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| The wind will bite right through you like a thousand starving mice
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| Our ship is made of solid wood but our men are made of steel
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| One step outta line you’ll be hauled beneath the keel
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| Go down you Blood Red Roses
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| Go down you pinks and posies
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| Go down you Blood Red Roses
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| Go down you pinks and posies
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| Ahh the captains name is Joshua, a mountain of a man
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| The rest of us are salty dogs, misfits of the land
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| There’s something in the air tonight, the men they cannot sleep
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| Are they dreaming of a watery grave or the ghost of Moby Dick
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| We’ll be home before the new year with stories to be told
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| With a ship load of whale oil and a pocket full of gold
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| Go down you Blood Red Roses
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| Go down you pinks and posies
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| Go down you Blood Red Roses
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| Go down you pinks and posies
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| Ahoy me boys there she blows, a monster of the deep
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| Lower the boats away me lads she must be sixty feet
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| Steady boys, now hold your nerve she’s a killer of a whale
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| She could sink this ship with just one flick of her mighty, mighty tail
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| Go down you Blood Red Roses
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| Go down you pinks and posies
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| Go down you Blood Red Roses
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| Go down you pinks and posies |