Dead Man's Chest

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)
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 Well, 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
 (Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum)
 Fifteen men of 'em 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)
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 Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
 Or a yawing hole in a battered head
 And the scuppers' glut with a rotting red
 And there they lay, aye, damn my eyes
 Looking up at paradise
 All souls bound just contrawise
 (Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum)
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 There was chest on chest of Spanish gold
 And 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
 (Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum)
 Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
 (Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum)
 Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
 (Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum)
 Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
 (Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum)
 Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
 (Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum) hahaha