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FIFTEEN MEN ON A DEAD MAN'S CHEST

-Young Ewing Allison

Fifteen men on 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!
The Mate was fixed by the bo'sun's pike,
And the bo'sun brained by a marlin-spike,
And the cookie's throat was marked belike!
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 and bedamned and their souls 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!
Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum!
And there they lay, and the soggy skies
Dripped ceaselessly in staring eyes
By murk sunset and by 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 bore the murder mark
Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum!
'Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
Or a gaping hole in a battered head,
And the scuppers glut of a rotting red!
Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum!
And there they lay, aye, damn their eyes,
Their lookouts clapped on Paradise;
Their souls gone just the contrariwise!
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 have sailed with Old Pew!
Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum!
There was chest on chest of Spanish gold
And a ton of plate in the middle hold
And the cabin's riot of loot untold!
Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum!
And there they lay that had took the plum
With sightless eyes and with lips struck dumb
And we shared all by rule o'thumb!
Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum!

More was seen thru the stern light's screen
Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum!
Chartings ondoubt where a woman had been
Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum!

A flimsy shift on a bunker cot
With a dirk slit sheer thru the bosom spot
And the lace stiff-dry in a purplish rot!
Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum!
Or was she wench, or shuddering maid,
She dared the knife, and she took the blade;
Faith, she was a plucky jade!
Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum!

Fifteen men on 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 mainsail tight
With twice ten turns of a hawser's bight
And we heaved 'em over and out of sight!
Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum!
With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and a fare-thee-well,
And a sudden plunge in a sudden swell;
Ten fathoms along the Road To Hell!
Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum!

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