All For Me Grog

Vice Admiral Sir Edward Vernon, England's hero of the 1739 War Of Jenkins's Ear, was nicknamed Old Grog because of an impressive grogam cloak he wore on deck in all weather. In 1740 half the punishments handed down by the British Navy involved drunkenness. Old Grog issued an order that rum be diluted with water, 1/2 pint rations, split to be given 6 hrs apart. The song All for me Grog was collected by Kidson and Moffat from a Yorkshire sailor and publish in English Peasant Songs in 1929. Found most commonly in tradition in England, also occasionally in Canada and Australia. Roud lists one example found in Scotland, but none from Ireland. Helen Creighton has a version from Nova Scotia which she titles "Western Ocean" in her 'Songs & Ballads from Novia Scotia'.

All For Me Grog

And it's all for my grog, my jolly, jolly grog.
It's all for my rum and tobacco.
I spent all my tin with the lassies drinkin gin
And across the western ocean I must wander

Now where is my shirt, my nobbin', nobbin' shirt,
It's all gone for beer and tobacco.
For the sleeves are near wore out and the collar's flying about
and the tail's looking out for better weather.

And where are my pants, my nobbin', nobbin' pants.
They're all gone for beer and tobacco.
For knees are near wore out and the seat is flying about
And the fly is looking out for better weather.

And where are my boots, my nobbin', nobbin' boots?
They've all gone for beer and tobacco.
For the soles are near wore out and the toes are flying about
And the heels are looking out for better weather.

And where is my hat, my nobbin', nobbin' hat?
It's all gone for beer and tobacco.
For the crown is near wore out and the brim is flying about,
And the lining's looking out for better weather.
 
And, where is my bed, my nobbin', nobbin' bed?
It's all gone for beer and tobacco.
For I lent it to a whore, now the mattress is all wore
And the springs are looking out for better weather.
 
Now I'm sick in the head and I haven't been to bed
since I came ashore with my plunder
I'm seeing centipedes and snakes, and I'm full of pains and aches
And I think I'll make a pact for way out yonder.