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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, my 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.
I'm sick in the head and I haven't been to bed,
Since first I came ashore with me slumber,
For I spent all me dough on the lassies movin' slow,
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander.
Where is me bed, me noggin' noggin bed,
It's all gone for beer and tobacco,
For I lent it to a whore and now the sheets they are all tore,
And the springs are looking out for better weather.
Where is me wench, me noggin' noggin' wench,
She's all gone for beer and tobacco,
Well her (clap) is all worn out and her (clap) is knocked about,
And her (clap) is looking out for better whether.
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