Traditional Folk Song
Adapted by the Dreadnoughts, 2019
Variant by Lixie, 2025

Oh, the pilot, he looks out ahead
With the hands on the cane, heavin’ of the lead
And the old man roars to wake the dead
Oh, come and get your oats, my son

And now we pass the lizard lights
At the start, me boys will heave in sight
Soon we’re abreast of the Isle of Wight
Oh, come and get your oats, my son

And now when we get to the black wall dock
And them pretty young girls come out in flocks
With their short-legged drawers and long-tailed frocks
Oh, come and get your oats, my son

And now the bar-ship is in sight
We are picking on down to the old rock light
Gonna get the ol’ stick taped tonight
Oh, come and get your oats, my son

Well, then we’ll walk down limelight way
And with all the girls we will spend our pay
We’ll not see more ’til another day
Oh, come and get your oats, my son

And soon we’ll see old Holyhead
A-no more salt beef, no salt bread
I catch my Jenny and it’s off to bed
Oh, come and get your oats, my son