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 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 âem 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
âTwas 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 â tra â ri — wise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Fifteen men of âem 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