Blood Red Roses - Rod Stewart (罗德·斯图尔特)

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