On the Deck of the Hispaniola
The man of the island is happy
Eating his cheese
The ship's headed home
Through the blue round of sea
Just like in the song
"Fifteen men on the dead man's chest..."
The devil has most of the crew
And plans for the rest
The treasure is stowed in the hold
But the cook doesn't sleep
A sack of coins for the road
And his head he will keep
The man of the island is happy
Eating his cheese
A thousand pounds is his
To spend in three weeks
Exactly the way he despised
He'll be keeping a lodge
A butt for the country boys
And a singer in church
Great luck came so close at times
But only little he caught
Too many thimblesful of rum
Hardly did him much good
But now on Hispaniola's deck
He's eating his cheese
The ship's headed home
Through the blue round of sea
