Whup! Jamboree

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صنفPunk Rock
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Oh, the pilot, he looks out ahead With the hands on the cane, heavin' of the lead And the old man roars to wake the dead A-come and get your oats, my son Whup! Jamboree, whup! Jamboree Oh ya long-tailed black mare comin' up behind Whup! Jamboree, whup! Jamboree A-come and get your oats, my son And now we pass the lizard lights At the start, me boys will heave in sight Soon we're abreast of the isle of wight A-come and get your oats, my son Whup! Jamboree, whup! Jamboree Oh ya long-tailed black mare comin' up behind Whup! Jamboree, whup! Jamboree A-come and get your oats, my son And now when we get to the black wall dock And them pretty young girls come out in flocks With their short-legged drawers and long-tailed frocks A-come and get your oats, my son Whup! Jamboree, whup! Jamboree Oh ya long-tailed black mare comin' up behind Whup! Jamboree, whup! Jamboree A-come and get your oats, my son And now the bar-ship is in sight We are picking on down to the old rock light Gonna get the ol' stick taped tonight A-come and get your oats, my son Whup! Jamboree, whup! Jamboree Oh ya long-tailed black mare comin' up behind Whup! Jamboree, whup! Jamboree A-come and get your oats, my son Well, then we'll walk down limelight way And with all the girls we will spend our pay We'll not see more till another day A-come and get your oats, my son Whup! Jamboree, whup! Jamboree Oh ya long-tailed black mare comin' up behind Whup! Jamboree, whup! Jamboree A-come and get your oats, my son And soon we'll see old holyhead A-no more salt beef, no salt bread I catch my jenny and it's off to bed A-come and get your oats, my son Whup! Jamboree, whup! Jamboree Oh ya long-tailed black mare comin' up behind Whup! Jamboree, whup! Jamboree A-come and get your oats, my son Whup! Jamboree, whup! Jamboree Oh ya long-tailed black mare comin' up behind Whup! Jamboree, whup! Jamboree A-come and get your oats, my son