All for Me Grog

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Chorus:
Well it’s all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog.
It’s 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?
They’re 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?
It’s 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?
It’s 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.

Chorus2:
Well it’s all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog.
It’s all gone for beer and tobacco.
Well, I spent all me loot in a house of ill-repute
And I think I’ll have to go back tomorrow.

Where is me wench (rogue) me noggin, noggin wench (rogue)?
He (she) ‘s 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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I’m sick in the head, and I haven’t been to bed,
Since I came ashore with my plunder.
I see centipedes and snakes and I’ll full of pains and aches
And I think I’ll make a path for way out yonder.

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