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And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog,
All for me beer and tobacco.
For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin,
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander.
Where are me boots, me noggin, noggin boots,
They're all gone for beer and tobacco.
For the heels they are worn out and the toes are kicked about,
And the soles are looking out for better weather.
Where is me shirt, me noggin', noggin' shirt,
It's all gone for beer and tobacco,
For the collar is all worn, and the sleeves they are all torn,
And the tail is looking out For better weather.
I'm sick in the head And I haven't been to bed
Since I first came ashore for me slumber,
For I spent all me dough On the lassies don't you know,
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander.