Fifteen men on the Dead Man's Chest — / Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!

"Fifteen men on the dead man's chest! Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum. Drink and devil had done the rest. Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!"

I remember him looking round the cove and whistling to himself as he did so, and then breaking out in that old sea-song that he sang so often afterwards: Fifteen men on the dead man's chest� Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum! in the high, old tottering voice that seemed to have been tuned and broken at the capstan bars.

All of a sudden, out of the middle of the trees in front of us, a thin, high, trembling voice struck up the well-known air and words:— “Fifteen men on the dead man’s chest— Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!”

I remember him looking round the cove and whistling to himself as he did so, and then breaking out in that old sea-song that he sang so often afterwards:— “Fifteen men on the dead man’s chest— Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!” in the high, old tottering voice that seemed to have been tuned and broken at the capstan bars.

All of a sudden, out of the middle of the trees in front of us, a thin, high, trembling voice struck up the well-known air and words: "Fifteen men on the dead man's chest— Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!"