One was a scourge of the seven seas
Loaded to the gunwall, yes indeed
He kissed his Black Jack all night long
And then he burst into song:
“Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest
Yo ho ho with a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho with a bottle of rum”
One was kissing the gunner’s daughter
He’d had enough of salt and water
Gazing up at a great horned owl
And blimey! He began to howl:
“Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest
Yo ho ho with a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho with a bottle of rum”
A clap of thunder for two of the men
And Nelson’s folly was empty again
They cheered and played with some old sea tang
And both of the hearties danced and sang:
“Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest
Yo ho ho with a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho with a bottle of rum”