All For Me Grog

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All For Me Grog

And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog,
It's all for me beer and tobacco!
'Cause I spent all me tin with the lassies drinking gin
Now I'm forced to sail across the western ocean.

Oh where is me shirt me noggin', noggin' shirt?
It's all gone for beer and tobacco,
For the front is all worn out and the colors all turned about
And the tails are looking for better weather.

Oh where are me boots, oh me noggin', noggin' boots?
They're all gone for beer and tobacco,
For the toes are kicked out and the heels they are worn out
And the tongues are looking out for better weather.

Where is me bed, oh me noggin' noggin' bed?
It's all gone for beer and tobacco.
For I lent it to a whore and the mattress is all wore
And the sheets are looking out for better weather.

Where is me wife, me noggin' noggin' wife?
She's gone for beer and tobacco.
I lent her to me mate and he's worn her right out
Now I'm damned if I can get her legs together

I'm 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,
It's time I went out back to have a chunder.


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