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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, me 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 I first came ashore from me slumber.

For I spent all me dough on the lassies don't you know,

Far across the Western Ocean I must wander.