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All for me grog, me jolly jolly grog.
All gone for beer and tabacco.
Spent all ne tin down on South Street drinking gin,
and across the Western Ocean we must wander.
Where are me boots, me noggy noggin‘ boots?
All gone for beer and tobacco.
The heels are kicked about and the soles are all worn out,
and me toes are looking out for better weather.
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Where is me shirt, me noggy noggin‘ shirt?
All gone for beer and tabacco.
The collar has worn out and front is kicked about,
and me tails are looking out for better weather.
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Where are me pants, me noggy noggin‘ pants?
All gone for beer and tabacco.
The legs are all worn out and the rear end’s fartet out,
and me knees are looking out for better weather.
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Where is me bed, me noggy noggin‘ bed?
All gone for beer and tabacco.
Lent it to a whore and now it is all wore,
and the springs are looking out for better weather.
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