Burl Ives - Go down, you red, red roses 



Come sailors listen unto me: 

Chorus: Come down you bunch of roses, come down 

A lovely song I'll sing to thee. 

Chorus: 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: 

One split pea in a ten-pound tub. 



In eighteen hundred and fifty-three 

We set sail for the Southern Sea. 



In eighteen hundred and fifty-five 

I was breathing but not alive. 



In eighteen hundred and fifty-seven 

We sailed up to the gates of Heaven. 



Saint Peter would not let us in. 

He sent us back to earth again. 



All this is true that I do tell. 

The ship we're on's a livin' Hell. 



The captain's covered o'er with fur; 

Has grown a tail like Lucifer.