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