| Whup jamboree whup jamboree
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| Long tail blackbird come on behind
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| Whup jamboree whup jamboree
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| Johnny get your oats me son
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| Captain he looks out ahead
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| With the hand on the wheel
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| and the heavin' on the lead
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| The boatswain roars to wake the dead
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| Johnny get your oats me son
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| Now brave boys be of good cheer
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| For the Irish coast will soon draw near
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| We’ll set the course for the old Cape Clear
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| Johnny get your oats me son
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| And now Cape Clear it is in sight
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| It’s Offaly today but tomorrow night
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| We’ll stear the course for Europe’s light
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| Johnny get your oats me son
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| And now reach the Blackwall Docks
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| Those pretty young girls will come in flocks
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| It’s down with their knickers and up with their frocks
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| Johnny get your oats me son
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| We walk down Limelight way
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| And on them girls we’ll spend our pay
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| Not see more till another day
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| Johnny get your oats me son |