The chorus in Alfred Williams' FSUT is not like yours beachcomber, but it might give you the last line:

With my whoop, whoop, holloa!
Come along, my brave boys,
And it's good, the huntsman cries:
With my wivvy, wivvy wink,
And my chivvy, chivvy, chink,
And over the downs we ride.

I look forward to hearing the loud cries of "wivvy, wivvy, wink" throughout the land!

Mick