Friday, July 16, 2010

Whip Jamboree

Here's a 'joiny-inny' number we could include in CFC's Song Book ...

Whip Jamboree

Whip Jamboree, whip Jamboree!
You pig-tailed sailors, hanging down behind.
Whip Jamboree, whip Jamboree!
Jenny get your oatcakes done.

 
Now me lads be of good cheer,
To the lrish coast we’ll soon draw near.
Then we’ll set a course for old Cape Clear.
Jenny get your oatcakes done.

Whip Jamboree

And now Cape Clear it is in sight,
We’ll be off Holyhead by tomorrow night,
And we’ll steer a course for the old Rock Light.
Jenny get your oatcakes done.

Whip Jamboree

And now me lads we’re off Holyhead,
No more salt beef or weevily bread,
One man in the chains for to heave the lead.
Jenny get your oatcakes done.

Whip Jamboree

And next we’re rounding Fort Perch Rock,
All hammocks lashed and all chests locked.
We’ll haul her into Waterloo Dock.
Jenny get your oatcakes done.

Whip Jamboree

And now, me lads, we’re all in dock.
We’ll be off to Dan Lowry’s on the spot,
And there we’ll shop a big pint pot.
Jenny get your oatcakes done.

Whip Jamboree ...

This will be performed a capella, (my thanks to MwP for telling me how to spell that!)
The first ‘whip’ in lines 1 and 3 of the chorus are 'ejaculated', rather than sung.

There are several variants of this musical aid for illiterate navigators of the Irish Sea. A particularly interesting one has in the chorus – You long-tailed black man, poke it up behind. I think that's better avoided, even if it is simply an archaic and innocent nautical metaphor. (Citation needed.)

Here's my Manx YouTube friend with his rendition.
This man has a wide repertoire, well worth exploring.

3 comments:

parkingspaceman said...

Did you ever hear the variant where the last line (v & Ch) is 'Come and get your oats, my son'?

Dogsbody, Scrivener and Wretch said...

No, but discretion forbids ...

Outa_Spaceman Being: 52 said...

I laughed till I sat in a puddle.