Around Cape Horn

Right foul day, fadda diddle day
Ride for a ride, oh, fadda diddle day
Around Cape Horn all the young men go
When the young men go away
Then all the young girls dress up neat
They go a-cruisin' down the street
Right foul day, fadda diddle day
Ride for a ride, oh, fadda diddle day
Now far from the fields are the young men gone
They're far from home and all forlorn
They wish to God they'd never been born
They go a-cruisin' round Cape Horn
Right foul day, fadda diddle day
Ride for a ride, oh, fadda diddle day
Now when these young men do return
This is the story they do hear
Come along with me, you need not fear
That no one has courted me this year
Right foul day, fadda diddle day
Ride for a ride, oh, fadda diddle day
Then a fine false smile they like for to wear
With their long false curls, their long false hair
Fine satin slippers with a silken bow
They take these young men all in tow
Right foul day, fadda diddle day
Ride for a ride, oh, fadda diddle day
Right foul day, fadda diddle day
Ride for a ride, oh, fadda diddle day