Whip Jamboree

1: Now, Cape Clear it is in sight. We'll be off Holyhead by tomorrow night. And we'll shave a course for the old Rock Light, Oh, come and get your oats, my son! Whip Jamboree, Whip Jamboree! Oh, you pig-tailed sailor hanging down behind! Whip Jamboree, Whip Jamboree! Oh come and get your oats my son 2: Now me boys we're off Holyhead. No more salt beef! No more salt bread! One man in the chains for to heave the lead Oh come and get your oats my son Whip Jamboree, Whip Jamboree! Oh, you pig-tailed sailor hanging down behind! Whip Jamboree, Whip Jamboree! Oh, come and get your oats my son! Now, my lads, we're 'round the Rock. All hammocks lashed and chests locked! And we'll haul her into the Waterloo Dock! Oh, come and get your oats my son! Whip Jamboree, Whip Jamboree! Oh, you pig-tailed sailor hanging down behind! Whip Jamboree, Whip Jamboree! Oh, come and get your oats my son! 4: Now, my lads, we're all in dock. We'll be off to Dan Lowry's on the spot! And there we'll sup a big pint pot! Oh, come and get your oats, my son! Whip Jamboree, Whip Jamboree! Oh, you pig-tailed sailor hanging down behind! Whip Jamboree, Whip Jamboree! Oh, come and get your oats my son!