Kick.

BLOOD RED ROSES

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.

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