Dead Man’s Sea Shanty Chonny Jash

[Intro]
Oh, ya bastard, how's this ruddy old thing work, anyway?
Right, ya bastards, gather 'round, we ain't got all day
You know the one, and well, if you don't, it goes like this:

[Chorus]
Fifteen men on the 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

[Verse 1]
Hawkins, my name, no glory, but no shame
Just a humble young barman with a glint in my eye
Dawkins might claim all man is one and the same
But I'd hazard he'd never witnessed a dirty scoundrel as I'd
The ensemble of the fearful, singing the bastard's refrain, it went:

[Chorus]
Fifteen men on thе dead man's chest
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum
Drink and thе devil had done for the rest
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum

[Verse 2]
All through the night, broken by sleep and by fight
Billy Bones sat alone with his liquor in hand
'Til one dusking light, when blue face became white
And the old buccaneer lay dead with a black-spotted brand
In pity, I'd thought it fitting to once more pipe up the band and sing: