Burl Ives — Go Down You Red Red Roses

Come sailors listen unto me: Come down you bunch of roses, come down A lovely song I'll sing to thee Oh, you pinks and posies Come down, you red, red roses, come down A whale is bigger than a mouse Come down you bunch of roses, come down A sailor's lower than a louse Oh, you pinks and posies Come down, you red, red roses, come down The cook he rolled out all the grub: Come down you bunch of roses, come down One split pea in a ten-pound tub Oh, you pinks and posies Come down, you red, red roses, comе down In eighteen hundred and fifty-three Come down you bunch of rosеs, come down We set sail for the Southern Sea Oh, you pinks and posies Come down, you red, red roses, come down In eighteen hundred and fifty-five Come down you bunch of roses, come down I was breathing but not alive Oh, you pinks and posies Come down, you red, red roses, come down In eighteen hundred and fifty-seven Come down you bunch of roses, come down We sailed up to the gates of Heaven Oh, you pinks and posies Come down, you red, red roses, come down Saint Peter would not let us in Come down you bunch of roses, come down He sent us back to earth again Oh, you pinks and posies Come down, you red, red roses, come down All this is true that I do tell Come down you bunch of roses, come down The ship we're on's a livin' Hell Oh, you pinks and posies Come down, you red, red roses, come down The captain's covered o'er with fur Come down you bunch of roses, come down Has grown a tail like Lucifer Oh, you pinks and posies Come down, you red, red roses, come down