Yo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-ho
Gonna sing you all a song about a ship that haunts my dreams
Blow high, blow low, so sail we
A song to curdle up your blood and make the banshee scream
Sailing down the coast of high
Barbary
Yo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-ho
Get aloft, get aloft, our gallant captain
Blow high, blow low, so sail we
Look ahead, look astern, look a'windward, look a'near
Sailing down the coast of high
Barbary
Yo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-ho
There's nothing to the stern, there's nothing to the lee
Blow high, blow low, so sail we
But there's a spooky ship to windward that's sailing loose and free
Sailing down the coast of high
Barbary
Yo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-ho
Our captain was a skeleton, the first mate was a ghoul
Blow high, blow low, so sail we
When we fired off at broadside, the ball went right on through
Sailing down the coast of high
Barbary
Yo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-ho
Spooky old fishermen's friends are we
Sailing down the coast of high
Barbary
Yo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-ho
Waved a bony hand and said farewell, me boys, farewell
Blow high, blow low, so sail we
We were bound for Davy Jones' locker, we're sailing down to hell
Sailing down the coast of high
Barbary
Yo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-ho
Sailing down the coast of high
Barbary
Yo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-ho, yo-ho, heave-ho
Yo-ho, heave-ho