All around old Cape Horn
Ships of the line, ships of the morn
Some who wish they'd never been born
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn
Falderal da riddle de rum
With a rim dim diddy and a rum dum dum
Sailing away at the break of dawn
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 tale
Come all of you rustic old sea dogs
Who follow the bright Southern Cross
You were rounding the horn in the eye of a storm
When you lost her one day
And you read all your 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
Some who wish they'd never been born
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn
Falderal da riddle de rum
With a rim dim diddy and a rum dum dum
Sailing away at the break of dawn
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 you read all your letters, cried, "Anchors aweigh"
Then you took them to the bottom of the sea
All around old Cape Horn
Ships of the line, ships of the morn
Some who wish they'd never been born
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn
Falderal da riddle de rum
With a rim dim diddy and a rum dum dum
Sailing away at the break of dawn
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn