Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
’Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead,
Or a gaping hole in a battered head,
And the scuppers’ glut of a rotting red;
And there they lay, ay, damn my eyes,
Their lookouts clapped on Paradise,
Their souls gone just the contrawise—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Fifteen men of ’em good and true,
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!