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Chorus:
Whup jamboree, whup jamboree,
Oh, a long-tailed black man comin' up behind!
Whup jamboree, whup jamboree,
Come an' get your oats, me son!
The pilot he looked out ahead,
The hands on the chain and the heavin of the lead,
And the old man roared to wake the dead,
Come and get your oats, me son!
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For now Cape Clear it is in sight
We’ll be off Holyhead by tomorrow night,
And set our course for the ol’ Rock Light,
Come and get your oats, me son!
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And my boys we’re off Holyhead;
No more salt beef, no more weevily bread.
One man in the chains for to heave the lead,
Come and get your oats, me son!
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Oh, now we see the Lizard light,
Soon, me boys, we'll heave in sight,
We'll soon be abreast of the Isle Of Wight,
Come and get your oats, me son!
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Now we’re round the Fort Perch Rock,
All hammocks lashed and chests all locked.
We’ll haul her into the Waterloo Dock,
Come and get your oats, me son!
Now when we get to the Liverpool docks,
Those Liverpool girls come round in flocks,
With short-legged drawers and long tailed frocks,
Come and get your oats, me son!
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Well, then we'll walk doon Limelight way,
And all the girls will spend our pay,
We'll not see more `til another day,
Come and get your oats, me son!
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