Fifteen men on the Dead Man's Chest--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle [bad word] #33;
Drink and the devil had done for the rest--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle [bad word] #33;"
The mate was fixed by the bos'n's pike,
The bos'n brained with a marlinspike,
And Cookey's throat was marked belike
It had been gripped by fingers ten;
And there they lay,  All good dead men
Like break-o'-day in a boozing-ken--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle [bad word] #33;
Fifteen men of the whole ship's list--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle [bad word] #33;
Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle [bad word] #33;
The skipper lay with his nob in gore
Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore--
And the scullion he was stabbed times four.
And there they lay,  And the soggy skies
Dripped all day long  In up-staring eyes--
In murk sunset and at foul sunrise--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle [bad word] #33;

Fifteen men of 'em stiff and stark--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle [bad word] #33;
Ten of the crew had the Murder mark--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle [bad word] #33;
'Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead,
Or a yawing hole in a battered head--
And the scuppers glut with a rotting red
And there they lay--  Aye, [bad word] my eyes--
All lookouts clapped  On paradise--
All souls bound just contrariwise--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle [bad word]  

Fifteen men of 'em good and [bad word] -
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle [bad word] #33;
Every man jack could ha' sailed with Old Pew--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle [bad word] #33;
There was chest on chest full of Spanish gold,
With a ton of plate in the middle hold,
And the cabins riot of [loot] untold,
And they lay there,  That . . . took the plum,
With sightless glare  And their lips [bad word] dumb,
While we shared all by [bad word] of thumb--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle [bad word] #33; 

More was seen through the sternlight screen--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle [bad word] #33;
Chartings [no doubt] where a woman had been!--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle [bad word] #33;
flimsy shift on a bunker cot,
With a thin dirk slot through the bosom spot
And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot.
Or was she wench...  Or some shuddering maid...?
That dared the knife--  And took the blade!
By God! she was stuff for a plucky jade--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle [bad word] #33;

Fifteen men on the Dead Man's Chest--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle [bad word] #33;
Drink and the devil had done for the rest--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle [bad word] #33;
We wrapped 'em all in a mains'l tight
With twice ten turns of a hawser's bight
And we heaved 'em over and out of sight--
With a Yo-Heave-Ho!  And a fare-you-well!
And a sullen plunge  In the sullen swell,
Ten fathoms deep on the road to [bad word] #33;
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle [bad word] #33;