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