Burl Ives - Go down you red red roses - Текст песни

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.