A GROG toast to the Captain! Captain, and ALL! If aboard this blime ship we must wait, let's rejoice and sing sad songs of great! Ok, "crack open the GROGS! And toss me a brownie!" When up the shrouds the sailor goes And ventures on the yard The landsman who no better know Believe his lot is hard. Bold Jack with smiles each danger meets Weighs anchor heaves the log Trims all the sails belays his sheets And drinks his can of grog. If to engage they give the word To quarters he'll repair Now winding in the dismal flood Now quivering in the air. When waves 'gainst rocks to rend and roar You'll n'er hear him repine Though he's on Greenland's icy shore Or burning beneath the line. When sailing orders to arrive Bold Jack he takes his leave My dear sweetest Pol he cries I pray now do not grieve. Thy Jack will take his daily can Of grog and drink to thee In hopes that thou will n'er forget Thy sailor who's at sea. But should thou false or fickle prove To Jack who loves thee dear No more upon my native shore Can I with joy appear. But restless as the briny main Must heartless heave the log Shall trim the sails and try to drown My sorrow in cans of grog.