Now Cape Clear, it is in sight,
we’ll be off Holyhead by tomorrow night,
and we’ll shape oour course for the Rocklight;
oh Jenny, get your oatcake done.
Refrain:
Oh jamboree, oh jamboree,
oh you long tailed black man,
poke it up behind me.
Jamboree, oh jamboree,
oh Jenny, get your oatcake done.
Now, my boys, we’re off to Holyhead,
no more salt beef, no more salt bread.
One man in the chains for to heave the lead,
oh Jenny, get your oatcake done.
Refrain:
Now, my lads, we’re all in dock,
we’ll be off to Dan Lowrie’s on the sport,
and now we’ll have a good roundabout,
oh Jenny, get your oatcake done.
Refrain:
Soon we’ll go to sea again,
another long hard trip will begin,
around Cape Horn we’ll be a‘ sailin‘,
oh Jenny, get your oatcake done.
Refrain: