We’ll be off Holyhead by tomorrow night,
And we’ll shape our courde for the Rock Light;
O Jenny get your oat-cake done.
Chorus (after each verse):
Whip Jamboree, whip jamboree,
O you pig tailed sailors, hanging on behind
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;
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