All for me Grog

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It`s all for me Grog, me joy jolly Grog,

It`s all for me beer and tobacco,

For I`ve spent all me tin on the ladies drinking gin,

So across the Western ocean I will wander.

 

Oh where are me boots ? Me stompin` stampin` boots,

They`ve all gone for beer and tobacco,

For the heel is worn out and the toes are kicked about,

And the sole is looking out for better weather.

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Oh where is me shirt ? me psychadelic shirt,

It`s all gone for beer and tobacco,

Cos the collar`s all bent and the sleeves are ripped and rent,

And the buttons have all left for better weather.

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Oh where are me pants ? me barmy army pants,

They`ve all gone for beer and tobacco,

For the knees are all worn and the seems are freyed and torn,

And the arse is looking out for better weather.

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Oh I`m ill in the head and I haven`t been to bed,

I`ve been staying up all night on the computer,

Then you work through all the day then (Oh Fuck!)

Wipe it all away,

So it`s time we made a cross to bright blue yonder.

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