Davy Jones' Stew

𝑫𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔' 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒘 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Lyrics © 2026 Maris S. The cook cried, "Lads, the stew is done" Way, hay, heave her ho "There's plenty here for everyone" Way, hay, yo-ho-ho Its fragrance drifted on the breeze Way, hay, heave her ho The rats made straight for open sea Way, hay, yo-ho-ho All hands found work from bow to stern Way, hay, heave her ho No growl could tempt them to return Way, hay, yo-ho-ho He'd thought they'd rush to taste his stew Way, hay, heave her ho "Won't someone have a bowl or two?" Way, hay, yo-ho-ho The ship's boy grinned, "I'll have a bowl" Way, hay, heave her ho Without a care, he ate it whole Way, hay, yo-ho-ho The old salts knew what lay in store Way, hay, heave her ho By dusk the ship's boy was no more Way, hay, yo-ho-ho There sailed a cook, as legend goes Way, hay, heave her ho Whose stew sent one to Davy Jones Way, hay, yo-ho-ho There sailed a cook, as legend goes Way, hay, heave her ho Whose stew sent one to Davy Jones Way, hay, yo-ho-ho