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 bosun's pike Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum The bosun brained with a marlinspike Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum And cookey's throat was marked belike Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum It had been gripped by fingers ten; And there they lay, all good dead men Like break o'day in a boozing ken.
Fifteen men of the 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 Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum 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 down in up-staring eyes In murk sunset and foul sunrise
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 Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Or a yawing hole in a battered head Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum And the scuppers' glut with a rotting red Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum And there they lay, aye, damn my eyes Looking up at paradise All souls bound just contrariwise
Fifteen men of 'em good and true Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum! Ev'ry man jack could ha' sailed with Old Pew, Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum! There was chest on chest of Spanish gold Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum With a ton of plate in the middle hold Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum And the cabins riot of stuff untold, Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum And they lay there that took the plum With sightless glare and their lips struck dumb While we shared all by the rule of thumb,
More was seen through a sternlight screen... Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Chartings undoubt where a woman had been Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. 'Twas a flimsy shift on a bunker cot Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum With a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spot Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Oh was she wench or some shudderin' maid That dared the knife and took the blade By God! she had stuff for a plucky jade
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 mains'l tight Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum With twice ten turns of a hawser's bight Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum 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-you-well And a sudden plunge in the sullen swell Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell