The captain he looks out ahead
With a hand on the wheel and the heavin' of the lead
The bosun roars to wake the dead
Come and get your oats me son
Whup, jamboree, whup jamboree
Big round fat and come up behind
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
Come and get your oats me son
Whup, jamboree, whup jamboree
Big round fat and come up behind
Jamboree, whup jamboree
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
Then come and get your oats me son
Whup, jamboree, whup jamboree
Big round fat and come up behind
Jamboree, whup jamboree
Come and get your oats me son