Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
The skipper lay with his nob in gore
Where the scullion’s axe his cheek had shore,
And the scullion he was stabbed times four.
And there they lay,
And the soggy skies
Rained all day long
On the staring eyes—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum,
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!