It’s all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
It’s all gone for beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
And across the western ocean I must wander
Where are me boots, me noggy noggy boots?
They’ve all gone for beer and tobacco
The leather’s all worn out and the soles are all worn out
And my toes are looking out for better weather
Where is me shirt, me noggy noggy shirt? / It’s…
The collar’s all worn out and the front is kicked about
And my tails are looking out for better weather
Where is me bed, me noggy noggy bed? / It’s…
I loant it to a whore and now it’s all a-wore
And the springs are looking out for better weather
Where is me wench, me noggy noggy wench? / She’s…
Her lips is all worn out and her front is kicked about
And her tail is looking out for better weather
Where is me man, me noggy noggy man? / He’s…
Well he spends all his time with the women and the wine
So I think that I shall push him over yonder
Where is me whore, me noggy noggy whore? / She’s…
Well it’s her I want to lay, but she says I cannot pay
So my whore is looking out for richer sailors
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 that I shall go back there tomorrow
I feel 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 that I shall push out over yonder