The Derelict -

Fifteen men on the Dead Mans 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

'an 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 the whole ships list

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Dead and bedamned, and rest gone whist

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

The Skipper lay with his knob in gore

Where the Scullions axe, his cheek had shore

And the Scullion, he was stabbed times four;

And there they lay, and the soggy skies, drinking all day long in up-staring

eyes

In murk sunset and that 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

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, Ay damn thee eyes!

Our lookouts clapped on paradise

All souls bound just contrary wise

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Fifteen men on the Dead Mans 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 Hausers bite

Then we heaved 'em o’er and out of sight!

With a «Yo Heave-Ho!»

and a «Fare thee well»

And a sudden plunge and a sullen swell

Ten fathoms deep on the road to Hell…

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum (Ha!)