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The Derelict (Fifteen Men On A Dead Man's Chest) - (Traditional/arranged Wilhelm) NOTE: UPDATED VERSION - This is the song sung by the pirates in Robert Louis Stevenson's book, Treasure Island. A dead sailor's sea chest was generally up for grabs hence a derelict vessel was known as a 'dead man's chest'. - The San Francisco connection is that Stevenson was a resident of the city. In the 19th century, Pacific St. between Kearny St. and Montgomery St., known as 'the Barbary Coast', was the most lawless place in San Francisco. Hoodlums ruled. Sailors who patronized the bars and deadfalls often had chloral hydrate slipped into their drinks and woke up on a ship bound for Shanghai. - Mike Wilhelm - From: Back on the Barbary Coast
Lead Vocal - Chris Wilson - Acoustic 12, back up vocal - Mike Wilhelm - Acoustic guitar, back up vocal - James Ferrell - Drums, back up vocal - Danny Mihm -
The skipper lay with his head in gore,
The scullion's axe his head had shore;
The scullion, he was stabbed times four
And there they lay and the soggy skies
Dripped down in their upstaring eyes;
In murk sunset and foul sunrise!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Chorus:
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!
'Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
Or a gaping hole in a battered head
And the scuppers glut of a rotting red
And there they lay, ah damn their eyes!
Looking up at Paradise,
Their souls just gone the contrawise!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Repeat chorus
A flimsy girl on a bunker cot
With a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spot
And the lace stif-dry in a purplish rot,
Oh, was she wench or was she jade
Or was she just a shuddering maid?
She dared the knife and took the blade!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Repeat chorus
We wrapped 'em all in a mainsail 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 ye well,
A sullen plunge in a sullen swell,
Ten fathoms down on the road to Hell!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Lead Vocal - Chris Wilson - Acoustic 12, back up vocal - Mike Wilhelm - Acoustic guitar, back up vocal - James Ferrell - Drums, back up vocal - Danny Mihm -
The skipper lay with his head in gore,
The scullion's axe his head had shore;
The scullion, he was stabbed times four
And there they lay and the soggy skies
Dripped down in their upstaring eyes;
In murk sunset and foul sunrise!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Chorus:
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!
'Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
Or a gaping hole in a battered head
And the scuppers glut of a rotting red
And there they lay, ah damn their eyes!
Looking up at Paradise,
Their souls just gone the contrawise!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Repeat chorus
A flimsy girl on a bunker cot
With a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spot
And the lace stif-dry in a purplish rot,
Oh, was she wench or was she jade
Or was she just a shuddering maid?
She dared the knife and took the blade!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Repeat chorus
We wrapped 'em all in a mainsail 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 ye well,
A sullen plunge in a sullen swell,
Ten fathoms down on the road to Hell!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
In God we trust