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
See them all in sad repair
Demons dance everywhere
Southern gales, tattered sails
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
When ya lost 'er one day
And you read all yer letters
From oceans away
Then you took them to the
bottom of the sea
All around old Cape Horn
Ships of the line, ships of
the morn
Those who wish they'd never
been born
They are the ghosts of Cape
Horn
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
Of a sailor's last dance
It was not meant to be
And ya read all yer letters
Cried anchor aweigh
Then ya took them to the bottom
of the sea
All around old Cape Horn
Ships of the line, ships of
the morn
Those who wish they'd never
been born
They are the ghosts of Cape
Horn
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
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