3 - All For Me Grog

And it’s all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all my tin
With the lassies drinking gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

Where are my boots, my nogging, nogging boots
All gone for beer and tobacco
Well the soles they are worn out
And the heels are kicked about
And the toes are looking out for better weather

And it’s all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog…

Where is my shirt, my nogging, nogging shirt
All gone for beer and tobacco
Well the sleeves they got worn out
And the collar’s turned about
And the tail is looking out for better weather\

And it’s all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog…

Well he’s sick In the head and he hasn’t been to bed
Since first he came ashore with his plunder
He’s seen centipedes and snakes
Till his head is full of aches
And we hope to take a path to way up yonder

And it’s all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog…