Our boots and shoes are all in pawn

Go down, you blood red roses, go down

Its flaming drafty round Cape Horn

Go down, you blood red roses, go down

Its round Cape Horn with frozen sail…

Around Cape Stiff to hunt for whale…

Its round Cape Horn the ship must go

For that is where them whalefishes blow

Its growl you may but go you must

You growl too hard your head theyll bust

The topman at the mate he roars

“Its lay aloft you lazy whores!”

Rock and shake her is the cry

The bleeding topmast sheave is dry

Just one more pull and that will do

For were the boys to kick her through