Fifteen Men On a Deadman's Chest - Mr. Hurley & Die Pulveraffen

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

(With a Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.)

(Bottle of rum.)

(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.

(Bottle of rum.)

(Bottle of rum.)

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,

(With a Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.)

(Bottle of rum.)

(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,

(Bottle of rum.)

(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

(With a Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.)

(Bottle of rum.)

(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

(Bottle of rum.)

(Bottle of rum.)