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