Fifteen men of the Vixen’s list—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
All gone down from the devil’s own fist—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
We wrapped ’em all in a mainsail’s fold,
We sewed at the foot a bit of gold,
And we heaved ’em into the billows cold.
The bit was put
As snug’s could be,
Where’t ne’er will bother