The Legend of Davy Jones (Forty Fathoms Deep)

Some say he steers a spectral ship
That's grossly grey and grand
He's doomed to sail the seven seas
And nare set foot on land
And if you chance to see him
You will soon be dead from fright
So sailors tell their children
On dark and stormy night
Oh forty fathoms deep he walks
With rusty keys his locker locks
Just like he's half asleep he stalks
Forty fathoms deep
Forty fathoms deep he owns
Each sleep sailors soggy bones
The legend they call Davy jones
At forty fathoms deep
Nor east we sail to brimstone head
The captain crew and I
At sixty knots we fairly flew
Beneath a darkening sky
Atop the main mast I rode
Near ten stories high
Went up there blew an icy skwall
And over board went I
Oh forty fathoms deep he walks
With rusty keys his locker locks
Just like he's half asleep he stalks
Forty fathoms deep
Forty fathoms deep he owns
Each sleeping sailors soggy bones
The legend they call Davy jones
At forty fathoms deep
I hold my breath and say a prayer
For those mates who died
In turned my back on Davy jones
And cast my fears aside
Raise up my head and kick my feet
And toward the light I go
The heartless jail or left behind
The locker far below
Forty fathoms deep he walks
With rusty keys his locker locks
Just like he's half asleep he stalks
Forty fathoms deep
Forty fathoms deep he owns each sleeping sailors soggy bones
The legend they call Davy jones at
Forty fathoms deep