rod stewart
blood red roses
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