(Chorus)
Whup Jamboree, Whup Jamboree!
Long tailed blackbird come up behind!
Whup Jamboree, Whup Jamboree!
Johnny get yer oats, me son!
(Chorus end)
The pilot he looked out ahead
With a hand on chain and a rattle on the lead
The Old Man rose to wake the dead:
"Johnny get yer oats me son!"
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Soon we'll pass the lizards lights
And the stack-me-boys will heave in sight
We'll soon be abreast of the isle of Wight
Johnny get yer oats, me son!
(Chorus)
And when we reach the Blackpool Docks,
Those pretty young girls come down in flocks
It's down with their knickers
And up with their frocks!
Johnny get yer oats, me son!
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