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and there they lay that took the plum
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum, drink and the devil had done for the rest, more was seen through a stern light screen
While we shared all by the rule of thumb, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum Park, it had been gripped by fingers ten
Every man-jack could a sailed with old pew, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum Derelict, and there they lay that took the plum
fifteen men of em good and true
a sudden plunge in a sullen swell
Fifteen men of em stiff and stark, the cabins a riot of loot untold
There was just no chest full of spanish gold, with a thin dirk slot through the bosom spot
More was seen through a stern light screen, wrapped them all in the mainsail tight
She was tough for a plucky jade, it had been gripped by fingers ten
And there they lay, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum, that dared the knife and took the blade
and there they lay that took the plum
And there they lay, some shuddering maid Park, wrapped them all in the mainsail tight
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum, their lookouts clapped on paradise
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum, dead and bedamned and the rest gone whist, and the lace stiff dry with a purplish blot
their lookouts clapped on paradise
A flimsy shift on a bunkered cot, twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead, with a yo-heave-ho and a fare-ye-well
ten fathoms deep on the road to hell
yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum
Fifteen men of em stiff and stark, fifteen men of em good and true, cookie s throat was marked belike
and their souls gone just contrariwise
That dared the knife and took the blade, with a ton of plate in the middle hold, or a yawning hole in a battered head
a sudden plunge in a sullen swell
and there they lay that took the plum
By murk sunset and by foul sunrise, and the scupper s a-glut with a rotting red Derelict, fifteen men of em good and true
And there they lay that took the plum, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum, a flimsy shift on a bunkered cot
their lookouts clapped on paradise
and the bo sun brained with a marlin-spike
was she a wench
and the scupper s a-glut with a rotting red
The skipper lay with his nob in gore, by murk sunset and by foul sunrise
a sudden plunge in a sullen swell
yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum
Or a yawning hole in a battered head, and the lace stiff dry with a purplish blot
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum, where a woman had been
