Some say he steers a spectral ship That's ghostly, grey, and grand He's doomed to sail the seven seas And ne'er set foot on land And if you chance to see him You'll soon be dead from fright So sailors tell their children On a 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 sleeping sailor's 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 sixteen knots we fairly flew Beneath a darkening sky A top the main mast I rode Near ten stories high Went up there blew an icy squall And overboard 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 sailor's soggy bones The legend they call Davy Jones At forty fathoms deep
I hold my breath I say a prayer For all those mates who died I turn 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 jailer left behind The locker far below
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 sailor's soggy bones The legend they call Davy Jones At forty fathoms deep