| Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest
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| Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
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| Drink and the devil be done for the rest
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| Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
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| The mate was fixed by the bos’n’s pike
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| The bos’n' brained with a markin spike
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| And Cookey’s throat was marked belike
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| It had been gripped by fingers ten
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| And there they lay all good dead men
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| Like break o' day in a boozing ken
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| Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum
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| Fifteen men of âem stiff and stark
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| Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
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| Ten of the crew had the murder mark
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| Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
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| âTwas a cutlass swipe or and ounce of lead
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| Or a yawning hole in a battered head
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| and the scuppers glut with a yawning red
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| And there they lay aye damn my eyes
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| All lookouts clapped on par — a — dise
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| All souls bound just con â tra â ri — wise
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| Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
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| Fifteen men of âem good and true
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| Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
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| Every man Jack could ha' sailed with old Pew
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| Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
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| There was chest on chest of Spanish gold
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| With a ton of plate in the middle hold
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| And the cabins riot with stuff un told |
| As they lay there that had took the plum
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| With a sightless glare and their lips struck dumb
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| While we shared all by the rule of thumb
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| Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
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| Fifteen men of a dead man’s chest
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| Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
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| Drink and the devil had done for the rest
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| Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum |