Whup! Jamboree

The Dreadnoughts

Compositor: Nicholas Smyth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, then we'll walk down limelight way
And with all the girls we will spend our pay
We'll not see more till another day
A-come and get your oats, my son

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

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

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

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