Me jolly, jolly grog,

All for me beer and tobacco

For I spent all me tin

On the lassies drinking gin

Far across the Western Ocean I must wander.

Where are me boots: Me noggin, noggin boots, They're all gone for beer and tobacco. For the heels they are worn out And the toes are kicked about, and the soles are looking out for better weather.

Where is me shirt, Me noggin', noggin' shirt, It's all gone for beer and tobacco, For the collar is all worn, and the sleeves they are all torn, And the tail is looking out For better weather.