Here's an interesting variation on this song I found at the Bodleian site:

O! DEAR GROG THOU ART MY DARLING
Broadside at Bodleian Library (University of Oxford website)


Long time I've been in search of thee
Now since we've met let us agree
Thou art the enemy of my purse
You make my clothes look much the worse

Chorus:
Oh, oh, oh! dear grog
Thou art my darling
I love thee well
Both at night and morning

Now, if all the rest of Adam's race
Was assembled together in this place
I'd part with all without one tear
Before I'd part with you my dear

If my mother dear had given such suck
As this good liquor in this cup
I'm sure I ne'er should quit her breast
Until I'd starv'd out all the rest

And if my wife should me despise
By Jove, I'd pluck out both her eyes
For if she loved me, as I loved thee
What a loving couple we might be

You oft have made my friends my foes
And you oft have made me pawn my clothes
But since you've come so near my heart
I'll pawn my shirt before we'll part

Our landlord, he grows mighty big
Besides, he wears a powder'd wig
And when our money he has got
He says – Go home, you drunken sot

The brewer, he brews it in his pan
And the tapster draws it in his can
But since you've come so near my nose
It's up, dear grog, and down she goes

Now since this good liquor's all drank up
Methinks to you I'll hand the cup
And when you've fill'd it up with sling
I'll drink your health all round again