| And it’s all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
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| All for my beer and tobacco
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| Well, I spent all me tin with the lasses drinkin' gin
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| Far across the Western Ocean I must wander
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| I’m sick in the head and I haven’t been to bed
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| Since first I came ashore with me plunder
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| I’ve seen centipedes and snakes and me head is full of aches
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| And I have to take a path for way out yonder
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| And it’s all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
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| All for my beer and tobacco
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| Well, I spent all me tin with the lasses drinkin' gin
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| Far across the Western Ocean I must wander
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| Where are me boots, me noggin', noggin' boots
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| They’re all sold for beer and tobacco
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| See the soles they were thin and the uppers were lettin' in
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| And the heels were lookin' out for better weather
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| And it’s all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
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| All for my beer and tobacco
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| Well, I spent all me tin with the lasses drinkin' gin
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| Far across the Western Ocean I must wander
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| Where is me shirt, me noggin', noggin' shirt
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| It’s all sold for beer and tobacco
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| You see the sleeves were all worn out and the collar been torn about
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| And the tail was lookin' out for better weather
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| And it’s all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
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| All for my beer and tobacco
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| Well, I spent all me tin with the lasses drinkin' gin
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| Far across the Western Ocean I must wander
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| Where is me wife, me noggin', noggin' wife
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| She’s all sold for beer and tobacco
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| You see her front it was worn out and her tail I kicked about
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| And I’m sure she’s lookin' out for better weather
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| And it’s all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
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| All for my beer and tobacco
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| Well, I spent all me tin with the lasses drinkin' gin
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| Far across the Western Ocean I must wander
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| Where is me bed, me noggin', noggin' bed
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| It’s all sold for beer and tobacco
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| You see I sold it to the girls until the springs were all in twirls
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| And the sheets they’re lookin' out for better weather
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| And it’s all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
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| All for my beer and tobacco
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| Well, I spent all me tin with the lasses drinkin' gin
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| Far across the Western Ocean I must wander |