All around old Cape Horn
Ships of the line, ships of the morn
Some who wish they'd never been born
Fal deral da riddle de rum
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn
With a rim dim diddy And a rum dum dum
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn Sailing away at the break of morn
See them all in sad repair
Southern gales, tattered sails
Demons dance everywhere
And none to tell the tales
Come all of you rustic old sea dogs
Who follow the great Southern Cross
You we're rounding the Horn In the eye of a storm
And you read all yer letters
When ya lost 'er one day
>From oceans away
Then you took them to the bottom of the sea All around old Cape Horn
Those who wish they'd never been born
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn
Ships of the line, ships of the morn Fal deral da riddle de rum
With a rim dim diddy
And a rum dum dum
Sailing away at the break of morn
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn Come all you old sea dogs from Devon
Southampton, Penzance, and Kinsale
You were caught by the chance
It was not meant to be
Of a sailor's last dance
Then ya took them to the bottom of the sea
And ya read all yer letters
Cried anchor aweigh All around old Cape Horn
Those who wish they'd never been born
Ships of the line, ships of the morn
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn Fal deral da riddle de rum
And a rum dum dum
With a rim dim diddy
Sailing away at the break of morn
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn.
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