We're setting sail for a faraway land For glory, for quest, for gold, for a full mug in me hand We have no fear, but one foe we can't blow down Ye batten down the hatches, ol' Davy wants us drowned
As far as eye could reach the sky is blackened Far away from land we are forsaken When lightning strikes it is far too late to flee Our ship will perish in the raging sea
Another fifteen men on a dead man's chest Drink your last rum and let the devil do the rest If this is the day when we meet the pirate's woe Then so be it! And to Davy Jones' Locker, to Davy Jones' Locker we go.
We faced so many foes, no one could strike us down We plundered, pillaged, boarded ships, we drank all kinds o' rum We took what we wanted and never had to wait But in the end we are doomed to be shark bait
As far as eye could reach the sky is blackened Far away from land we are forsaken When lightning strikes it is far too late to flee Our ship will perish in the raging sea
Another fifteen men on a dead man's chest Drink your last rum and let the devil do the rest If this is the day when we meet the pirate's woe Then so be it! And to Davy Jones' Locker, to Davy Jones' Locker we go.