Lyrics:

The captain he looks out ahead
With a hand on the wheel and the heavin' of the lead
A bosun roars to wake the dead
'Come and get your oats, me son'

Whup jamboree, whup jamboree
Big round fat and come up behind
Whup jamboree, whup jamboree
Come and get your oats, me son

Oh, now we're past the harbor lights
And the shore will soon be heavin' into sight
We'll soon be abreast of the Isle of Wight, ho!
Come and get your oats, me son

Whup jamboree, whup jamboree
Big round fat and come up behind
Whup jamboree, whup jamboree
Come and get your oats, me son


Oh, when we get to the Blackpool docks
Them pretty young girls come down in flocks
With short-legged drawers and long-tailed frocks
Then come and get your oats, me son

Whup jamboree, whup jamboree
Big round fat and come up behind
Whup, jamboree, whup jamboree
Come and get your oats, me son