It was down in Little Pond where they love to carry on And is known as Johnny Blackett’s Jambouree

It was on a Sunday night and the boys were kinda tight And such sights I swear I never e’er did see

There was hugging, there was kissin’, not a single thing was missing’ As the crowd were out to have a merry night

They would dance a set or two as the older folks would do

Then they’d hop around and sing with all their might

Then the boys sat on the floor as the Indians did of yore

And suddenly they would grab a lady fair

They would come down with a souse you could hear throughout the house But the women didn’t somehow seem to care

Some of us sat in the hall there‘s no doubt we were appalled

For so quiet we expected it to be

Though their legs at times were bare there’s no girls will e’er compare With those performing in the Blackett Jambouree

There was mix-ups there were tangles girls and boys were in all angles For dancing in your sock feet isn’t right l They were pushed around the floor but they came right back for more For everyone was gay that Sunday night

l About twelve they thought it best for to stop a while and rest T Then Mrs. Blackett gave us tea

Though it didn’t cost a thing it was worth a diamond ring 1 To be present at the Blackett Jambouree

Johnny came down for a while and he watched with a smile ; For he loved to see the boys and girls so pleased

As they tumbled on the floor it kept shining more and more I From the seats of pants and dresses as you see

You can boast of exhibitions they are just as intermissions

If compared to Johnny Blackett’s Jambouree They were gathered everywhere some were sitting on the stairs And everyone was singing happily

There was every kind of step some they haven’t christened yet There’s no doubt the most of them will never be

i Those that couldn't dance at all “hoed it down out in the hall On the night of Johnny Blackett’s Jambouree

There were boys who oft before wouldn’t venture on the floor Or put his arm around a pretty girl

But their shyness was forgot when they started steppin’ hot

I And now you couldn’t stop them for the world

i . . g There was not one word of sorrow none were thinking of the morrow 1 When the rays of sunshine glistened o’er the sea

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; They kept singing jaunty airs for the futures held no cares E For those participating in the Jambouree

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