The pilot he looks out ahead,
O a hand in the chains
O a heaving of the lead!
The Union Jack at our masthead,
O I wonder if my clothes are out of pawn!

Ch: O Jamboree, O Jamboree
O its get away you black man,
Don't you come a nigh me!
O Jamboree, O Jamboree!
O I wonder if my clothes are out of pawn!

O it's now we're past o' the Lizard lights,
The Start, boys, next we'll heave in sight;
We'll soon be abreast of the Isle of Wight;
O I wonder if my clothes are out o' pawn.

O when we get to the Blackwall docks,
The pretty young girls come down in flocks;
Some in their petticoats, some in frocks;
O I wonder if my clothes are out o' pawn.

There were other verses but I do not find them in my records
From Sea Songs and Shanties by W. B. Whall (1910, 1912, 1913, 1920)

Now Cape Clear it is in sight,
We'll be off Holyhead by tomorrow night,
And we'll shape our course for the Rock Light;
O Jenny get your oat-cake done

Ch: Whip jamboree, whip jamboree,
O you long-tailed black man poke it up behind me

Whip jamboree, whip jamboree,
O Jenny get your oatcake done

Now my lad's we're round the Rock
All hammocks lashed and chests all locked,
We'll haul her into the Waterloo Dock,
O, Jenny, get your oat-cake done.

Now, my lads, we're all in dock
We'll be off to Dan Lowrie's on the spot;
And now we'll have a good roundabout
O, Jenny get your oat-cake done.

From English Folk-Chanteys by Cecil Sharp (1914)

The pilot he looks out ahead
With a hand in the chain, heaving on the lead,
And the old man roars to wake the dead,
Come and get yer oats, me son!

Whup Jamboree, whup jamboree
A long-tailed black man come up behind
Whup Jamboree, whup jamboree
Jenny get yer oats, me son

Oh, now we pass the Lizard lights
And the Start, me boys, will heave in sight.
Soon we're abreast of the Isle of Wight,
Come and get yer oats, me son!

Oh when we get to the Blackwell Docks.
Them pretty young girls come down in flocks,
With their short-legged drawers and long-tailed frocks,
Come and get yer oats, me son!

As sung by A. L. Lloyd