Yo, Ho, Ho! (And a Bottle of Rum) - Craig Toungate

Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Drink and the devil be done for the rest

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

The mate was fixed by the bos’n’s pike

The bos’n' brained with a markin spike

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

Fifteen men of âem 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

âTwas a cutlass swipe or and ounce of lead

Or a yawning hole in a battered head

and the scuppers glut with a yawning red

And there they lay aye damn my eyes

All lookouts clapped on par — a — dise

All souls bound just con â tra â ri — wise

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Fifteen men of âem good and true

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Every 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 with stuff un told

As they lay there that had took the plum

With a sightless glare and their lips struck dumb

While we shared all by the rule of thumb

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Fifteen men of 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