Go down, you blood-red roses! Go down, you pink-skinned roses! Sailing out of Boston, one hundred days at sea On the Koot ship on adventure, our wailing men are we We set sail for the Cape Horn, where the sea's as cold as ice The wind will fight through ya, like a thousand starving mice Our ship is made of sunlit wood, but our men are made of steel One step out of line, you'll be all beneath the keel Go down, you blood-red roses! Go down, you pink-skinned roses! Ah, the captain's name is Jack Shaw, a mountain of a man The rest of us are salty dogs, misfits of the land And there's something in the air tonight, the men, they cannot sleep Are they dreaming of a water grave by the coast of Moby Dick? We'll be home before the new year, with stories to be told With a shipload of whale oil and a pocket full of gold Go down, you blood-red roses! Go down, you pink-skinned roses! Hey, hey, hey! Oh, yeah! Ahoy me, boys, there she blows, a monster of the deep Blow the boats away, me lad, she must be sixty feet Steady, boys, now hold your nerves, she's a killer of a whale She could sink a ship with just one flick of her mighty, mighty tail Go down, you blood-red roses! Go down, you pink-skinned roses! Hey, hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey!