Yohoho and a bottle of rum Well I'm in the gutter and I've got the gun I've got 16 men on a dead man's chest I need a little lead for a little rest
So go slow On the torture-show Go slow
I said yohoho here's the fun You get to go and I get to come I've got six bold strokes and no new jokes The lost & found is your only hope
And I said one's for shit and one's for shame Now your hurt can fan my flame
Pull me in drag me down You can be the Kapt'n as we're tumbling always down
Go slow On the torture-show Go slow
Always down
Fear not what you can't see The pulse the pain the ecstasy A hollow space an empty grave The best laid plans are meant to fade
Here's the lard in a leather glove Answered dreams straight from above And I said one's for shit and one's for shame Now your hurt will fan my flame
Pull me in drag me down You can be the Kapt'n as we're tumbling always down
Go slow On the torture-show Go slow
Always down
Go slow Go slow
Always down
Go slow On the torture-show Go slow
Always down
Oh yohoho and a bottle of rum I said 16 men on a dead man's chest I need a little lead for a little rest
So go slow On the torture-show Go slow
You can be the Kapt'n as we're tumbling
Go slow On the torture-show Go slow
You can be the Kapt'n as we're tumbling always down
What Shall we do with a Drunken Sailor
What shall we do with a drunken sailor? What shall we do with a drunken sailor? What shall we do with a drunken sailor? Early in the morning.
Chorus: Way-hay, up she rises Way-hay, up she rises Way-hay, up she rises Early in the morning.
Put him in the long boat 'til he's sober Put him in the long boat 'til he's sober Put him in the long boat 'til he's sober Early in the morning.
Chorus: Way-hay, up she rises Way-hay, up she rises Way-hay, up she rises Early in the morning.
Pull out the bung and wet him all over Pull out the bung and wet him all over Pull out the bung and wet him all over Early in the morning.
Chorus: Way-hay, up she rises Way-hay, up she rises Way-hay, up she rises Early in the morning.
Put him in the scuppers with the deck pump on him Put him in the scuppers with the deck pump on him Put him in the scuppers with the deck pump on him Early in the morning.
Chorus: Way-hay, up she rises Way-hay, up she rises Way-hay, up she rises Early in the morning.
Heave him by the leg in a runnin' bowlin' Heave him by the leg in a runnin' bowlin' Heave him by the leg in a runnin' bowlin' Early in the morning.
Chorus: Way-hay, up she rises Way-hay, up she rises Way-hay, up she rises Early in the morning.
Tie him to the taffrail when she's yard-arm under Tie him to the taffrail when she's yard-arm under Tie him to the taffrail when she's yard-arm under Early in the morning.
Chorus: Way-hay, up she rises Way-hay, up she rises Way-hay, up she rises Early in the morning.
Put him in the bilge and make him drink it Put him in the bilge and make him drink it Put him in the bilge and make him drink it Early in the morning.
Chorus: Way-hay, up she rises Way-hay, up she rises Way-hay, up she rises Early in the morning.
Shave his belly with a rusty razor Shave his belly with a rusty razor Shave his belly with a rusty razor Early in the morning.
Chorus: Way-hay, up she rises Way-hay, up she rises Way-hay, up she rises Early in the morning.
Soak 'im in oil till he sprouts some flippers Soak 'im in oil till he sprouts some flippers Soak 'im in oil till he sprouts some flippers Early in the morning.
Chorus: Way-hay, up she rises Way-hay, up she rises Way-hay, up she rises Early in the morning.
Put 'im in bed with the Captain's daughter Put 'im in bed with the Captain's daughter Put 'im in bed with the Captain's daughter Early in the morning.
Chorus: Way-hay, up she rises Way-hay, up she rises Way-hay, up she rises Early in the morning.
Alternate Version:
What'll we do with a drunken sailor, What'll we do with a drunken sailor, What'll we do with a drunken sailor, Earl-aye in the morning?
Alternate Chorus:
Way hay and up she rises Patent blocks o' diff'rent sizes Way hay and up she rises Earl-aye in the morning
Alternate verses (repeat 3 times):
Sling him in the long boat till he's sober Keep him there and make 'im bale 'er. Pull out the plug and wet him all over Take 'im and shake 'im, try an' wake 'im. Trice him up in a runnin' bowline. Give 'im a taste of the bosun's rope-end. Give 'im a dose of salt and water. Stick on 'is back a mustard plaster. Shave his belly with a rusty razor. Send him up the crow's nest till he falls down Tie him to the taffrail when she's yardarm under Put him in the scuppers with a hose-pipe on him. Soak 'im in oil till he sprouts flippers. Put him in the guard room till he's sober. Put him in bed with the captain's daughter (captain's daughter is a reference to a whip). Take the Baby and call it Bo'sun. Turn him over and drive him windward. Put him in the scuffs until the horse bites on him. Heave him by the leg and with a rung console him. That's what we'll do with the drunken sailor.
Hoist the Colors
Hoist the Colours High.
Yo, ho, haul together, hoist the Colors high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die.
The king and his men stole the queen from her bed and bound her in her Bones. The seas be ours and by the powers where we will well roam.
Yo, ho, haul together, hoist the Colors high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never say we die.
Some men have died and some are alive and others sail on the sea – with the keys to the cage... and the Devil to pay we lay to Fiddler's Green!
The bell has been raised from it's watery grave... Do you hear it's sepulchral tone? We are a call to all, pay head the squall and turn your sail toward home!
Yo, ho, haul together, hoist the Colors high... Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never say we die