The version in the Digital Tradition is just a bit different from this version published by Lomax & Lomax. I see no reason to include this Lomax version in the database, but here it is:

THE BUCCANEERS
"The Dead Man's Chest"
(from "Seven Seas, 1915; author unknown)

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest,
     Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest,
     Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike,
And the bosun brained with a marlinspike,
And cookie's throat was marked belike;
It had been clutched by fingers ten,
And there they lay, all good, dead men,
Like break o'day in a boozin' ken --
     Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

Fifteen men of a whole ship's list
     Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Dead and bedamned and their souls gone whist!
     Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
The skipper lay with his nob in gore
Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore,
And the scullion he was stabbed times four;
And there they lay, and the soggy skies
Dripped ceaselessly in upstaring eyes
By murk sunset and by foul sunrise --
     Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

Fifteen men of 'em stiff and stark,
     Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Ten of the crew bore the murder mark,
     Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
'Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead,
Or a gaping hole in a battered head,
And the scuppers' glut with a rotting red;
And there they lay, aye, damn my eyes,
Their lookouts clapped on Paradise,
Their souls gone just the contrawise --
     Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

Fifteen men of 'em good and true,
     Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Every man Jack could 'a' sailed with Old Pew,
     Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
There was chest on chest of Spanish gold
And a ton of plate in the middle hold,
And the cabins riot of loot untold --
And there they lay that had took the plum
With sightless eyes and their lips struck dumb,
And we shared all by rule of thumb,
     Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

More was seen through the stern light's screen,
     Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Chartings undoubt where a woman had been,
     Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
A flimsy shift on a bunker cot
With a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spot
And the lace stiff dry in a purplish rot --
Or was she wench or shuddering maid,
She dared the knife and took the blade --
Faith, there was stuff for a plucky jade!
     Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest,
     Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest,
     Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
We wrapped 'em all in a mainsail tight
With twice ten turns of a hawser's bight,
And we heaved 'em over and out of sight,
With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and a fare-ye-well,
And a sullen plunge in a sullen swell
Ten fathoms along on the road to hell,
     Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

From Lomax & Lomax, American Ballads and Folk Songs, 1934, pages 512-514. No tune provided.