Now Cape Clear it is in sight,
We’ll be off Holyhead by tomorrow night,
And we’ll shape our course for the Rock Light;
O Jenny get your oat-cake done.
And now me lads we’ll be off holyhead
No more salt beef no more salt bread
and have a chain to heave the lead
O Jenny get your oat-cakes done
Chorus (after each verse):
Whip Jamboree, whip jamboree,
O you long-tailed black man poke it up behind me,
Whip Jamboree, whip jamboree,
O Jenny get your oat-cake done.
Now my lads, we’re round the Rock,
All hammocks lashed and chests all locked;
We’ll haul er into the Waterloo Dock,
O Jenny get your oat-cake done.
Now, my lads, we’re all in dock,
We’ll be off to Dan Lowrie’s on the Spot;
And now we’ll have a good roundabout,
O Jenny get your oat-cake done.