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Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil be done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

The mate was fixed by the bos’n’s pike
The bos’n’ brained with a markin 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 boozing ken
Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum

Fifteen men of a whole ship’s list
Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum
Dead and 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 he lay and the soggy skies
Dripped all day in up-staring eyes
At murk sunset and at foul sur-prise
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 and ounce of lead
Or a yawning hole in a battered head
and the scuppers glut with a yawning red
And there they lay aye damn my eyes
All lookouts clapped on par - a - dise
All souls bound just con – tra – ri - wise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Fifteen men of ‘em good and true
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Every man Jack could ha’ sailed with old Pew
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

There was chest on chest of Spanish gold
With a ton of plate in the middle hold
And the cabins riot with stuff un told
As they lay there that had took the plum
With a sightless glare and their lips struck dumb
While we shared all by the rule of thumb
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Fifteen men of a 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 hausers bight
And we heaved ‘em over and out of sight
With a yo heave ho and fare you well
And a sullen 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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Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum   Drink and the devil be done for the rest    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum      The mate was fixed by the bos’n’s pike   The bos’n’ brained with a markin 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 boozing ken   Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum      Fifteen men of a whole ship’s list    Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum   Dead and 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 he lay and the soggy skies   Dripped all day in up-staring eyes    At murk sunset and at foul sur-prise    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 and ounce of lead    Or a yawning hole in a battered head   and the scuppers glut with a yawning red    And there they lay aye damn my eyes   All lookouts clapped on par - a - dise    All souls bound just con – tra – ri - wise    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum      Fifteen men of ‘em good and true    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum   Every man Jack could ha’ sailed with old Pew    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum      There was chest on chest of Spanish gold    With a ton of plate in the middle hold   And the cabins riot with stuff un told    As they lay there that had took the plum   With a sightless glare and their lips struck dumb   While we shared all by the rule of thumb    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum      Fifteen men of a 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 hausers bight   And we heaved ‘em over and out of sight    With a yo heave ho and fare you well   And a sullen 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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