JOLLY GROG

Traditional (arr. NDG)
Nancy: hammered dulcimer, vocals, percussion

 

Chorus:
And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog,
All gone for beer and tobacco.
Spent all me tin down in Southstreet drinking gin;
Now, across the western ocean we must wander.

Where is me hat, me noggy, noggy hat?
All gone for beer and tobacco.
Well, the brim is wore out, and the crown is kicked about,
And me hair is looking out for better weather.
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Where are me boots, me noggy, noggy boots?
Well, the soles are wore out, and the heels are kicked about,
And me toes is looking out for better weather.
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Where is me shirt, me noggy, noggy shirt?
Well, the sleeves are wore out, and the collar's kicked about,
And me tails is looking out for better weather.
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Where are me pants, me noggy, noggy pants?
Well, the cuffs are wore out, and the fly is kicked about,
And me arse is looking out for better weather.
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I'm sick and stony broke, and I'm parted from me smoke,
And the sky is looking blacker than the thunder;
And the tavern keeper, too, for I haven't got a sou.
That's the way you're treated when you're out and under.
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I'm sick to me head, and I haven't been to bed,
Since first we come ashore with all me plunder.
I see centipedes and snakes, and I'm full of pains and aches,
And I guess we'd better push out over younder.
(Chorus)