Whup Jamboree |
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Lyrics: The pilot he looks out ahead With the hand on the chains and the heaving of the lead And the old man roared to wake the dead Come and get your oats, me son Whup Jamboree, whup jamboree Big round fat man come up behind Whup jamboree, whup jamboree Come and get your oats, me son Oh now we passed the Lizard light And 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 Oh when we get to the Blackwall docks Them pretty young girls come down in flocks With short-legged drawers and long tailed frocks Come and get your oats, me son |
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