Old sea-dog, so they called
Terrified by his voice
Hearing their tragic stories
His old songs of the sea
Sentenced by the black spot
Avoiding the gallows
Let fortune after his death
The old buccaneer
A drink of rum — yo-ho-ho
Glory in the chest of Billy Bones
The hour of dying has arrived
Glory in the chest of Billy Bones
So he watches through the glass
The terror coming they come for him
The entire crew of Flint
The reckless men on the seas
Dead men tell no tales
Bones used to say
Brave and ready he stands
Facing the end
A drink of rum yo ho ho
Glory in the chest of Billy Bones
The hour of dying has arrived
Glory in the chest of Billy Bones