♫♪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
♫♪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 boozing ken
♫♪Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
OOOOOO NOOO STOP STOP STOP SAYS THE BARTENDER LISTEN TO ME !!!!
♫♪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
♫♪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 down in up-staring eyes
♫♪In murk sunset and foul sunrise
♫♪Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
OOOOOO NOOO STOP STOP STOP SAYS THE BARTENDER LISTEN TO ME !!!!
♫♪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
♫♪Or a yawing hole in a battered head
♫♪And the scuppers' glut with a rotting red
♫♪And there they lay, aye, damn my eyes
♫♪All lookouts fixed on paradise
♫♪All souls bound just contrawise
♫♪Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
OOOOOO NOOO STOP STOP STOP SAYS THE BARTENDER LISTEN TO ME !!!!
♫♪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
♫♪With a ton of plate in the middle hold
♫♪And the cabins riot of stuff untold,
♫♪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,
♫♪Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
♫♪More was seen through a sternlight screen...
♫♪Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
♫♪Chartings no doubt where a woman had been
♫♪Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
♫♪'Twas a flimsy shift on a bunker cot
♫♪With a thin dirk slit through the bosom spot
♫♪And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot
♫♪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
♫♪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 mains'l tight
♫♪With twice ten turns of a hawser's bight
♫♪And we heaved 'em over and out of sight,
♫♪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,
♫♪Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
OOOOOO NOOO STOP STOP STOP SAYS THE BARTENDER LISTEN TO ME !!!!
