Isle of Gold
An old sea chest,
a dusty key
A map that points to a mystery
In Bristol cove,
the wind blows cold
We set our sights
on Spanish gold (ho-ooh)
The captain sings a heavy tune
Beneath a pale
and hiding moon
We pack the sails and test the tide
With secrets that
we have to hide
Oh, 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
One-legged Cook
with a silver tongue
He sings of battles when we were young
A parrot screams of pieces of eight
While honest men
meet a bitter fate (eight!)
We run aground
on a wild green shore
The sand is soaked
in the tales of yore
Is Ben Gunn mad or is he wise?
With the glare of gold
in his hollow eyes
Oh,
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
(rum!) We sail away
with a heavy hold
Leaving the bones
and the cursed gold (yo-ho-ho)