It was down in 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 They were pushed around the floor but they came right back for more For everyone was gay that Sunday night About twelve they thought it best for to stop a while and rest Then Mrs. Blackett gave us tea Though it didn't cost a thing it was worth a diamond ring 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 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 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 And now you couldn't stop them for the world There was not one word of sorrow none were thinking of the morrow When the rays of sunshine glistened o'er the sea They kept singing jaunty airs for the futures held no cares For those participating in the Jambouree 83