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And its all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog All for me beer and tobacco 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 Theyre 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 And its all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog All for me beer and tobacco I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin Far across the western ocean I must wander Where is me shirt, me noggin, noggin shirt Its 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 And its all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog All for me beer and tobacco I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin Far across the western ocean I must wander Where is me bed, me noggin, noggin bed Gone for the beer and tobacco The springs they got the twirls So I sold it to the girls And the sheets are looking out for better weather And its all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog All for me beer and tobacco I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin Far across the western ocean I must wander Where is me wife, me noggin, noggin wife Shes gone for the beer and tobacco The door she walked out For me love of the stout And Im sure shes looking out for better weather And its all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog All for me beer and tobacco I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin Far across the western ocean I must wander Im sick in the head and I havent been to bed Since I came ashore with me plunder Ive seen centipedes and snakes And Im full of pains and aches And Ill have to make a path for way out yonder And its all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog All for me beer and tobacco I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin Far across the western ocean I must wander Additional/Alternate lyrics Alternate chorus from Mudcat user Twilight on this thread: Well its all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog Its all for me beer and tobacco I spent all me loot in a house of ill repute And I think Ill have to go back there tomorrow Parent Song - All Through the Ale The hat that I have on, it is so greasy gone And as you can tell by its shining It used to fasten up with a button and a loop But now its all worn out to the lining All through the ale, the confounded ale All through the ale and tobacco With a whack-fol-the-day, fol-the-diddle, fol-the-day All through the ale and tobacco The coat that I have on, it is so far run down Its out at the sleeve and the elbow Its needing of repair like a soldier in despair Thats been seven years in the battle All through the ale, the confounded ale All through the ale and tobacco With a whack-fol-the-day, fol-the-diddle, fol-the-day All through the ale and tobacco The breeches I have on, they are so far run down My legs you so plainly can see them Pockets I have two but its long since they were new And I never have a penny to put in them All through the ale, the confounded ale All through the ale and tobacco With a whack-fol-the-day, fol-the-diddle, fol-the-day All through the ale and tobacco Stockings I have two, but I never had a shoe And my boots they are open to all weathers Ive pulled them off and on till the undersoles are gone And shockingly destroyed the upper leathers All through the ale, the confounded ale All through the ale and tobacco With a whack-fol-the-day, fol-the-diddle, fol-the-day All through the ale and tobacco As for my rags, I dont give a jag, Im not afraid that anyone should rob me And when I am dead you can put it on my grave I left this old world as it found me All through the ale, the confounded ale All through the ale and tobacco With a whack-fol-the-day, fol-the-diddle, fol-the-day All through the ale and tobacco From the liner notes of Roy Harriss 1972 album The Bitter and the Sweet : In the latter days of sail our seamen had a favourite focsle song, good for bawling, called Noggin Boots or Across the Western Ocean, concerning the sailor, boots scuffed, shirt-tail looking out for better weather, who has spent all his money on liquor and ladies, and now faces a dismal transatlantic trip

Policy reforms should promote decentralized funding models with transparent criteria to empower local authorities, enhance accountability, and align resources with regional needs, thereby strengthening tobacco control efforts