An the bo’sun brained with a marlin spike.
And the cookie’s throat was marked belike
It had been clutched by fingers ten,
And there they lay, all good dead men,
Like break o’ day in a boozin’ ken—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Fifteen men of a whole ship’s list,
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Dead and bedamned and their souls gone whist,
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!