| Lyrics: | WHUP JAMBOREE
Whup jamboree, whup jamboree,
Oh, a long-tailed sailor 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!
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!
Now when we get to the Blackwall
docks,
Those pretty young girls come out in flocks,
With short-legged drawers and long
tailed frocks,
Come and get your oats, me son!
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!
note: even expurgation can get folk-processed.
RG
@sailor
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