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Ceely heads to the water's edge and starts to fish. Looking out onto the water she finds her self lost in memories of her seafaring days and breaks out into one of her shanties.....

My clothes are all in pawn
Go down you blood red roses, go down

And it's mighty draughty around the Cape
Go down you blood red roses, go down

Oh, you pinks and posies
Go down you blood red roses, go down

It's round the Cape we've got to go
Go down you blood red roses, go down

Chasing whales through ice and snow
Go down you blood red roses, go down

Oh my old mother she wrote to me
Go down you blood red roses, go down

My darling son come home from sea
Go down you blood red roses, go down

Oh it's one more pull and that will do
Go down you blood red roses, go down

For we're the bullies to kick her through
Go down you blood red roses, go down