Solo Intro: Pull down, yer blood red roses, pull down!
Me bonny bunch o’ roses, oh! Pull down yer blood red roses, pull down! It’s time fer us to roll an’ go! Pull down yer blood red roses, pull down! Oh, ye pinks an’ posees! Pull down yer blood red roses, pull down! Oh, ye pinks an’ posees! Pull down yer blood red roses, pull down!
We’re bound out to Iquique Bay. We’re bound out at the break o’ day.
We’re bound away aroun’ Cape Horn. We wish ter Hell we’d niver bin borne!
Aroun’ Cape Stiff we all must go. Aroun’ Cape Stiff through ice an’ snow.
Me boots an’ clothes is all in pawn. An’ it’s bleedin’ draughty ‘roun’ Cape Horn.
The gals are waitin’ right ahead. A long strong pull should shift the dead.
Them Spanish gals are pullin’ strong. Hang on, me boys, it won’t take long.
‘Tis growl ye may, but go ye must. If ye growl to hard yer head they’ll bust!
Oh, rock an’ shake ‘er is the cry! The bleedin’ topmast’s sheave is dry!
Jus’ one more pull an’ that’ll do. We’re the bullies fer to kick ‘er through!
