[Chorus] Fifteen men on the 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! [Verse 1] The mate was fixed by the bosun’s pike, The bosun was stuck by a knife alike. And there they lay nigh adrift together, With the lurch and the roll, the hell of a weather. [Chorus] Fifteen men on the 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! [Verse 2] We left 'em there on the biting rock, Where the gulls at the gasping dead men mock, And the sea-salt dries on their lips like chalk, And the thirsty souls for water talk. [Chorus] Fifteen men on the 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! [Verse 3] A cabin boy with a punctured chest, Was all that was left of all the rest. And the rats and the roaches, they et the rest, And we scuttled the ship and we left 'em to rest. [Chorus] Fifteen men on the 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!
