Fifteen men on the dead man's chest
Yo -ho -ho, and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo -ho -ho, and a bottle of rum
The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike
The bosun brain with a marlin spike
It had been gripped by fingers ten
And there they lay, all good dead men,
Like brick a day in a boozin' can,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Fifteen men o 'er the whole ship's list,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
The skipper lay with his knob in gore,
Where the scion zacks his cheek at shore,
And star young heroes stabbed times four
All day long in up -staring eyes
In burnt sunset and foul sunrise
Yo -ho -ho and a bottle of rum
Fifteen men of them stiff and stark
Yo -ho -ho and a bottle of rum
Ten of the crew at the murder mar
Yo -ho -ho and a bottle of rum
Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
A yawing ho and a battered head,
And there they lay, damn the eyes,
All look -outs clapped on paradise,
All souls bound just contrary wise.
Yo -ho -ho and a bottle of rum,
Fifteen men of good and true.
Yo -ho -ho and a bottle of rum,
Every man Jack could a -sail with or pew.
Yo -ho -ho and a bottle of rum
With a ton of plate in the
And the cabins right of loot untold
And they lay there that took the plumb
While we shared all by the
Yo -ho -ho and a bottle of rum
More was seen through a stern light screen
Yo -ho -ho, in a bottle of rum
Yo -ho -ho, in a bottle of rum
A flimsy shift on a bunker cot
Where the duck slit sheared
And the lace stiffed dry in a purplish blot
Well, she went to some shuddering maid
Who dared the knife and took the blade
By God, she had stopped for a plucky jade
Yo -ho -ho, and a bottle of rum
Fifteen men on the dead man's chest
Yo -ho -ho, and a bottle of rum
Drinking the devil out, done for the rest
Yo -ho -ho, and a bottle of rum
We wrapped them all in a mainsail tie
With twice ten tons of a hauser's bite
And a sudden clump in the solitary swell
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell
Yo -ho -ho and a bottle of rum
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