(OST War Thunder)

Yo Ho Ho And 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.
The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
The bosun brained with a marlinspike
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
And cookey's throat was marked belike
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
It had been gripped by fingers ten;
And there they lay, all good dead men
Like break o'day in a boozing ken.

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
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
And the scullion he was stabbed times four
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
And there they lay, and the soggy skies
Dripped down in up-staring eyes
In murk sunset and foul sunrise

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
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Or a yawing hole in a battered head
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
And the scuppers' glut with a rotting red
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
And there they lay, aye, [bad word] my eyes
Looking up at paradise
All souls bound just contrariwise

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
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
With a ton of plate in the middle hold
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
And the cabins riot of stuff untold,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
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,

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
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
With a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spot
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
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

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
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
With twice ten turns of a hawser's bight
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
And we heaved 'em over and out of sight,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
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