| The pilot he looks out ahead
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| The hands on the cane heavin of the lead
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| And the old man roars to wake the dead
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| Come and get your oats me son
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| Whup! |
| Jamboree, Whup! |
| Jamboree
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| Oh ya long-tailed black mare comin' up behind
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| Whup! |
| Jamboree, Whup! |
| Jamboree
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| A-come and get your oats my son
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| Oh, now we pass the Lizard lights
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| And the Start, me boys, will heave in sight
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| Soon we’re abreast of the Isle of Wight
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| Come and get your oats my son
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| Whup! |
| Jamboree, Whup! |
| Jamboree
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| Oh ya long-tailed black mare comin' up behind
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| Whup! |
| Jamboree, Whup! |
| Jamboree
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| A-come and get your oats my son
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| Now when we get to the black wall dock
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| Those pretty young girls come out in flocks
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| With short-legged drawers and long-tailed frocks
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| Come and get your oats me son
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| Whup! |
| Jamboree, Whup! |
| Jamboree
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| Oh ya long-tailed black mare comin' up behind
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| Whup! |
| Jamboree, Whup! |
| Jamboree
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| A-come and get your oats my son
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| And now the bar-ship is in sight
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| We’re picking on up to the old Rock Light
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| Gonna get the ol' stick taped tonight
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| Come and get your oats me son
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| Whup! |
| Jamboree, Whup! |
| Jamboree
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| Oh ya long-tailed black mare comin' up behind
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| Whup! |
| Jamboree, Whup! |
| Jamboree
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| A-come and get your oats my son
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| Well, then we’ll walk down limelight way
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| And with all the girls will spend our pay
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| We’ll not see more 'til another day
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| Come and get your oats me son
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| Whup! |
| Jamboree, Whup! |
| Jamboree
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| Oh ya long-tailed black mare comin' up behind
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| Whup! |
| Jamboree, Whup! |
| Jamboree
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| A-come and get your oats my son
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| And soon we’ll see old Holyhead
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| No more salt beef, no salt bread
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| I catch my Jinny and it’s off to bed
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| Come and get your oats me son |