The Derelict

Fifteen men are dead man's jets
Yo ho ho and a pot of the rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum

A make was fixed by the bosun's pike
The bosun rang with a marlin spike
And Coopie's throat was marked with light
It had been gripped by fingers ten
And there they lay all good dead men
Life break a day in a bosun's can

Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum
Fifteen men of good and true
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum
Every man Jack would go to sail 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 of the home
And the cabins right up loot untold
And they lay there that took the plum
With a sightless glare and a lip struck dumb
While we shared all by the rule of thumb

Yo, ho, ho, and a bottle of rum
All was seen through the stern light screen
Yo, ho, ho, and a bottle of rum
John is no doubt where a woman at
Yo, ho, ho, and a bottle of rum

A flimsy shift on a bunker cot
With a thin dirt slot through the bosom spot
And a base tip dry in a purplish blot
Was she a wench, some shudderin' maid that
Pared the knife and took the blade
By God, she was tough for a plucky jay

Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum
Fifteen men on a 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 them all in a main sail tight
We're twice ten turns of a houser's bike
And we heaved them over and out of sight
With a yo-heave-ho and there you will end
Sullen plunge in the sullen's will
Little Ted
Dead by the steep of a road to hell

Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum
Yeah!