McCloud's Reel/Whup Jamboree - Gaelic Storm

Whup Jamboree, Whup Jamboree

A long-tailed black bird come up behind

Whup Jamboree, Whup Jamboree

Johnny get your oats me son

(Chorus end)

The pilot he looked out ahead

With a hand on chain and a rattle on the lead

And the old man rose to wake the dead

Johnny get your oats me son

Now soon we’ll pass the lizards lights

And the stack me boys we’ll leave in sight

We’ll soon be abreast of the isle of Wight

Johnny get your oats me son

And when we reach the (battle?) docks

Those pretty young girls come down in flocks

Well its down with their knickers and up with their frocks

Johnny get your oats me son