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