Now Cape Clear it is in sight

Now Cape Clear it is in sight,

we'll be off Holyhead by tomorrow night,

and we'll shape our course for the Rocklight;

o Jenny, get your oatcake done.

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 boys, we're off Holyhead,

no more salt beef, no more salt bread.

One man in the chains for to heave the lead,

oh Jenny . . .

Now, my lads we're all in dock,

we'll be off to Dan Lowrie's an the Spot;

and now we'll have a good roundabout,

oh Jenny . . .