When ye dead come sailing home

Yea listen to me words me friend
Ohoy, Ohoy!
Our days are comin' to an end
Ohoy, Ohoy!
At sea there dreadful horrors be
they're comin' here fer yea n' me
And all be doomed when yea dead come sailing home

In fifteen hundred and sixty-one
Ohoy, Ohoy!
a ship with crew went down n drowned
Ohoy, Ohoy!
But the captain said we dead won'y stay
I'll sell me soul to be back one day
In a hundred years ye dead will sail again!

When ye dead come sailin' home again
Ohoy, Ohoy!
All men n' women tremble then
Ohoy, Ohoy!
Oh the men will flee, n' the boys will shout
the ladies they will all turn out
And all be doomed when ye dead come sailin' home

Ye old church bell shall ring with dread
Ohoy, Ohoy!
To welcome our returning dread
Ohoy, Ohoy!
To welcome out returning dead
Ohoy, Ohoy!
The village lads n' lassies say
piles of corpses line the way
and all be doomed when ye dead come sailin' home

In sixteen hundred and sixty-one
Ohoy, Ohoy!
Ye dead shall sail again me friend
Ohoy, Ohoy!
In sixteen hundred and sixty-one
All men and women turn n' run
And all be doomed when ye dead come sailin' home