All For Me Grog
And it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog,
It's all for me beer and tobacco.
For I spent all me tin with the lasses 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 soles are all worn out, and the toe is kicked about,
And the heels are lookin' out for better weather.
And where is me shirt, me noggin'-noggin' shirt,
It's all gone for beer and tobacco.
For the sleeves they are all wore, and the front it is all tore,
And the tail is lookin' out for better weather.
I'm sick in the head, and I haven't been to bed,
Since first I came ashore with me plunder.
I've seen centipedes and snakes, and I'm full of pains and aches,
And I think I'll make a path for way out yonder.