Yo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-hoGonna sing you all a song about a ship that haunts my dreamsBlow high, blow low, so sail weA song to curdle up your blood and make the banshee screamSailing down the coast of highBarbaryYo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-hoGet aloft, get aloft, our gallant captainBlow high, blow low, so sail weLook ahead, look astern, look a'windward, look a'nearSailing down the coast of highBarbaryYo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-hoThere's nothing to the stern, there's nothing to the leeBlow high, blow low, so sail weBut there's a spooky ship to windward that's sailing loose and freeSailing down the coast of highBarbaryYo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-hoOur captain was a skeleton, the first mate was a ghoulBlow high, blow low, so sail weWhen we fired off at broadside, the ball went right on throughSailing down the coast of highBarbaryYo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-hoSpooky old fishermen's friends are weSailing down the coast of highBarbaryYo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-hoWaved a bony hand and said farewell, me boys, farewellBlow high, blow low, so sail weWe were bound for Davy Jones' locker, we're sailing down to hellSailing down the coast of highBarbaryYo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-hoSailing down the coast of highBarbaryYo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-hoYo-ho, heave-ho