All for Me Grog

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Well itís all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog.
Itís all gone for beer and tobacco.
For I spent all my tin on a lassie (laddie) drinkin gin,
Far across the Western ocean I must wander.

Where are me boots, me noggin, noggin boots?
Theyíre all gone for beer and tobacco.
For the heels are all worn out and the toes are kicked about,
And the soles are lookin out for better weather.

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Where is me shirt, me noggin, noggin shirt?
Itís all gone for beer and tobacco.
For the collar is all worn and the sleeves, they are all torn,
And the tails are lookin out for better weather.

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Where is me bed, me noggin, noggin bed?
Itís all gone for beer and tobacco.
Well, I let it to a whore, now the sheets they are all tore,
And the springs are lookin out for better weather.

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Well itís all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog.
Itís all gone for beer and tobacco.
Well, I spent all me loot in a house of ill-repute
And I think Iíll have to go back tomorrow.

Where is me wench (rogue) me noggin, noggin wench (rogue)?
He (she) Ďs all gone for beer and tobacco.
For her (his) clap is all worn out, and her (his) clap is kicked about,
And her (his) clap is lookin out for better weather.

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Iím sick in the head, and I havenít been to bed,
Since I came ashore with my plunder.
I see centipedes and snakes and Iíll full of pains and aches
And I think Iíll make a path for way out yonder.

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