Blood Red Roses
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| Our boots and clothes are all in pawn Go down, you blood red roses, Go down It's mighty 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 But it's round Cape Horn that we must go Go down, you blood red roses, Go down For that is where them whalefish blow Go down, you blood red roses, Go down Oh, you pinks and posies Go down, you blood red roses, Go down My dear old mother wrote to me Go down, you blood red roses, Go down Oh, son, dear son come home from sea Go down, you blood red roses, Go down Oh, you pinks and posies Go down, you blood red roses, Go down Now one more pull and that will do Go down, you blood red roses, Go down For we're the boys to pull her through Go down, you blood red roses, Go down Oh, you pinks and posies Go down, you blood red roses, Go down This page has been viewed 8593 times |
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