All for me grog

And it’s all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog!
whisky in the yarAll for me beer and terbeccer!
For I’ve spent all me tin on the lasses drink’in gin!
Now across the Western Ocean I must wander.

Where are me boots, me noggin, noggin boots?
All gone for beer and terbeccer!
For the uppers are worn out and the toes are kicked about!
And the soles are looking out for better weather.

And it’s all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog!
All for me beer and terbeccer!
For I’ve spent all me tin on the lasses drink’in gin!
Now across the Western Ocean I must wander.

Where is me shirt, me noggin, noggin shirt?
All gone for beer and terbeccer!
Though the collar is worn out and the front is knocked about.
And the tail’s still sticking out for better weather.

And it’s all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog!
All for me beer and terbeccer!
For I’ve spent all me tin on the lasses drink’in gin!
Now across the Western Ocean I must wander.

Now I’m sick in the head and I haven’t been to bed.
Since I came ashore with me plunder.
I see centipedes and snakes and I’m full of pains and aches.
So I think I’ll steer a course for way out yonder.

And it’s all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog!
All for me beer and terbeccer!
For I’ve spent all me tin on the lasses drink’in gin!
Now across the Western Ocean I must wander.