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.
2. 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 down in up-staring eyes
In murk sunset and foul sunrise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
3. 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
Looking up at paradise
All souls bound just contrawise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
4. 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!
5. More was seen through a sternlight screen...
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Chartings undoubt where a woman had been
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
'Twas a flimsy shift on a bunker cot
With a dirk slit sheer 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.
6. 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!
See what I mean, you chloroform the wife, and now you refer to necrophilia!
Well, the ARNOLD signed a bill banning that in California due to people in San Francisco, but seems they have to pursue this in your state as well.
Shiver my timbers, shiver my soul ..
Yo ho, heave ho.
There are men whose hearts are as black as coal ..
Yo ho, heave ho.
And they sailed their ship ‘cross the ocean blue,
A blood-thirsty Captain and a cutthroat crew.
It’s as dark a tale as was ever told
Of the lust for treasure and the love of gold …
Shiver my timbers, shiver my sides ..
Yo ho, heave ho.
There are hungers as strong as the winds and tides ..
Yo ho, heave ho.
And those buccaneers drowned their sins in rum,
The devil himself would have to call them scum;
Every man aboard would have killed his mate
For a bag of guineas or a piece of eight ..
(A piece of eight … a piece of eight … 5, 6, 7,
Oola-waka, moola-waka, something not right,
Many wicked icky things gonna happen tonight.
Oola-waka, moola-waka, sailor-man beware:
When there’s money in the ground
There’s murder in the air …
(Murder in the air … one more time now …)
Shiver my timbers, shiver my bones ..
Yo ho, heave ho.
There are secrets that sleep with old Davey Jones ..
Yo ho, heave ho.
When the mainsail’s set and the anchor’s weighed
There’s no turning back from any course that’s laid;
And when greed and villainy sail the sea
You can bet your boots there’ll be treachery.
Shiver my timbers, shiver my sails ..
Dead men tell no tales.