CHORUS

Whup! Jamboree, Whup! Jamboree

Oh ya long-tailed black mare comin' up behind

Whup! Jamboree, Whup! Jamboree

A-come and get your oats, my son

Oh, the pilot, he looks out ahead

With the hands on the cane, heavin' of the lead

And the old man roars to wake the dead

A-come and get your oats, my son

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And now we pass the lizard lights

At the start, me boys will heave in sight

Soon we're abreast of the Isle of Wight

A-come and get your oats, my son

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And now when we get to the black wall dock

And them pretty young girls come out in flocks

With their short-legged drawers and long-tailed frocks

A-come and get your oats, my son

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And now the bar-ship is in sight

We are picking on down to the old rock light

Gonna get the ol' stick taped tonight

A-come and get your oats, my son

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Well, then we'll walk down limelight way

And with all the girls we will spend our pay

We'll not see more 'til another day

A-come and get your oats, my son

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And soon we'll see old Holyhead

A-no more salt beef, no salt bread

I catch my Jenny and it's off to bed

A-come and get your oats, my son

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