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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 brained with a marlin spike
And cookey’s throat was marked belike
It had been gripped by fingers ten
And there they lay, all good dead men
Like break o’day in a boozin’ ken
Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum

Fifteen men of the whole ship’s list
Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum
Dead ’n’ be damned and the rest gone whist
Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum
The skipper lay with his nob in gore
Where the scullion’s axe his cheek had shore
And the scullion, he was stabbed times four
And there they lay, while soggy skies
Dripped all day long in up-staring eyes
At murk sunset and that foul sunrise
Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum

Fifteen men of ’em stiff and stark
Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum
Ten of the crew had the murder mark!
Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum
Twas a cutlass swipe, or an ounce of lead
Or a yawing hole in a battered head
And the scuppers’ glut with a rotting red
And there they lay, aye, damn me eyes
All lookouts clapped on paradise
All souls bound just contrary-wise
Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum

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
We wrapped ’em all in a mains’l tight
With twice ten turns of a hawser’s bight
Then we heaved ’em o’er and out of sight
With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and a fare-the-well
And a sudden plunge in a sullen swell
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell…

Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum!

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