And, it’s all for me grog! Me jolly, jolly grog! All for me beer and tobacco.
For I spent all me tin with the lassies drinking gin. Far across the western ocean I must wander.
Well, now where are me boots? Me noggin’, noggin’ boots? 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.
Well, now where is me shirt, me noggin’, noggin’ shirt? All gone for beer and tobacco.
For the collar, it is all worn, and the sleeves they are all torn,
And the tail is looking out for better weather.
Well, I’m sick in the head, and I haven’t been to bed since I came ashore with me plunder
I’m seeing centipedes and snakes, and I’m full of pains and aches
And I think I’ll beat a path for way out yonder.