Fifteen men on the 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
The bosun brained with a marlinspike
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 boozin’ ken
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 the rest gone whist
Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum

The skipper lay with his knob in gore
Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore
And the scullion, he was stabbed times four;
And there they lay, and the soggy skies
Dripped all day long in up-staring eyes
In murk sunset and at 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 had the murder mark
Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum

T'was a cutlass swipe, or an ounce of lead
Or a yawing hole in a battered head
And the scuppers glut with a rotting red
And there they lay -- ay, damn me eyes!
All lookouts clapped on paradise
All souls bound just contrariwise
Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum
Fifteen men on the 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 the hawsers bight
Then we heaved 'em o’er and out of sight
With a "Yo Heave-Ho!" and a "Fare thee well"
And a sudden plunge in the sullen swell
Ten fathoms deep on the road to Hell...
Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum (Ha!)