Yo ho ho and a bottle of foxy

This is a parody of yo ho ho and a bottle of rum by derelict copyright 2014-2015 dmandom inc

Lyrics

 * 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!


 * The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike,
 * The bosun 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 of rum!


 * Fifteen men of the whole ship's list—
 * Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
 * Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist—
 * Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
 * 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 down in up-staring eyes—
 * In murk sunset and foul sunrise—
 * Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!


 * Fifteen men of 'em stiff and stark—
 * Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
 * Ten of the crew had the murder mark
 * Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
 * 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, damn my eyes!—
 * Looking up at paradise—
 * All souls bound just contrariwise—
 * Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!


 * Fifteen men of 'em good and true—
 * Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
 * Ev'ry man jack could ha' sailed with Old Pew—
 * Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
 * There was chest on chest of Spanish gold,
 * With a ton of plate in the middle hold,
 * And the cabins riot of stuff untold.
 * And they lay there that took the plum,
 * With sightless glare and their lips struck dumb,
 * While we shared all by the rule of thumb—
 * Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!


 * More was seen through a sternlight screen—
 * Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
 * Chartings undoubt where a woman had been!
 * Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
 * 'Twas a flimsy shift on a bunker cot,
 * With a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spot
 * And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot,
 * Oh was she wench or some shudderin' maid
 * That dared the knife and took the blade!
 * By God! she had stuff for a plucky jade—
 * 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 '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 sudden plunge in the sullen swell
 * Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell!
 * Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!