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And when we each has our heap in front of us, with the sand scraped into the middle of the cloth, Old Hickory has the glasses filled once more, and starts up that pirate song of his: "Fifteen men on a dead man's chest Yo-ho-ho! and a bottle of rum." Right in the middle of the festivities, too, I takes my runnin' jump.

The endless ballad had come to an end at last, and the whole diminished company about the camp fire had broken into the chorus I had heard so often: "Fifteen men on the 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!"

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.

With a voice made hoarse, doubtless to imitate the old nut- brown seaman with the saber-scar and the tarry pig-tail, who sat sipping his rum and water in the Admiral Benbow Inn, she began to chant: "Fifteen men on the 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!" Esteban smiled uncomprehendingly. "Yes?

There are ten bars of introduction: in the eleventh, to the Dutchman theme, Senta sings the "Yo-ho-ho"; at the fifteenth, with a glorious swing and rush she dashes into the ballad "Traft ihr das Schiff im Meere an, Blutroth die Segel, schwarz der Mast? Auf hohem Bord der bleiche Mann, Des Schilfes Herr, wacht ohne Rast." This consists of eight bars a four-bar section repeated.

Often I have heard the house shaking with "Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum"; all the neighbours joining in for dear life, with the fear of death upon them, and each singing louder than the other, to avoid remark.

They leaned over the parapet and admired the view. They strutted about the flat roof, and sang, at least one of them sang a very strange refrain, which was something about "Fifteen men on a dead man's chest; Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum."

One by the knife did part wi' life And three the bullet took O, But three times three died plaguily A-wriggling on a hook O. A hook both strong and bright and long, They died by gash o' hook O. So cheerly O and cheerly O, Come shake a leg, lads, all O. Wi' a yo-ho-ho and a rumbelow And main-haul, shipmates, haul O. Some swam in rum to kingdom come, Full many a lusty fellow.

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 never have seen men more dreadfully affected than the pirates.

Often I have heard the house shaking with "Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum," all the neighbors joining in for dear life, with the fear of death upon them, and each singing louder than the other to avoid remark.