Fifteen Men on Dead Man's Chest

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!The mate was fixed by the bos'n's pike,The bos'n brained with a marlinspikeAnd Cookey's throat was marked belike,It had been grippedBy 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 the whole ship's list—Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!—Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!The skipper lay with his nob in goreWhere the scullion's axe his cheek had shore—And the scullion he was stabbed times four.And there they lay,And the soggy skiesDripped all day longIn upstaring eyes—In murk sunset and at foul sunrise—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!'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—All lookouts clappedOn paradise—All souls bound just contrariwise—Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum.Fifteen men of 'em 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 full of Spanish gold,With a ton of plate in the middle hold,And the cabins riot of stuff untold,And they lay thereThat had took the plum,With sightless glareAnd their lips struck dumb,While we shared all by the rule of thumb—Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!More was seen through the sternlight screen—Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!Chartings ondoubt where a woman had been!Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!A flimsy shift on a bunker cot,With a thin dirk slot through the bosom spotAnd the lace stiff-dry in a purplish blot.Or was she wench...Or some shuddering maid...?That dared the knife—And took the blade!By God! she was stuff for a plucky jade—Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!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!We wrapped 'em all in a mains'l tightWith twice ten turns of a hawser's bightAnd we heaved 'em over and out of sight—With a yo-heave-ho!And a fare-you-well!And a sullen plungeIn the sullen swell,Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell!Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

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W.M. Peterson March 27, 2013 at 3:07pm

Thx, Marty, for the comment and happy that it brought good memories to you, mine too ! chrz WMP
W.M. Peterson March 27, 2013 at 2:51pm

Thx Vinnie, Glad you Like It !
Marty Newbery March 27, 2013 at 11:42am

Love the ol Shantie's, remind's me of my ol Tuna fishing day's, good memory's, great version, love it..
Downtown Vinnie March 27, 2013 at 11:08am

classic ,killer tone too,suprb
W.M. Peterson October 8, 2012 at 4:35pm

Many Thanks, Turtlehead ! Chrz WMP
W.M. Peterson October 8, 2012 at 2:13am

Thank You, Rtzguitars !
RTZGUITARS October 7, 2012 at 6:02pm

Nice Captain W.M.
W.M. Peterson October 7, 2012 at 4:44pm

Thx mates, Grease Stains, Wes !

That's a hell of comment, Wolf ! thx and chrz ! W.M.P.
Grease Stains October 7, 2012 at 4:22pm

Yar matey, i do loves me sea shantys!
Clock The Wolf October 7, 2012 at 2:45pm

ᶘ ᵒᴥᵒᶅ The Tom Waits of The Nation ᶘ ᵒᴥᵒᶅ

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