This is a contemporary shanty (from early 90s) telling the plight of greenhand sailors coming to terms with one of the less pleasant aspects of being at sea.

OOPS!! JAMBOREE!
(Belsey & Trad)

Now me lads, be of good cheer,
For the open sea will soon draw near
Unsteady times ahead, I fear
I wonder where me sea-legs' gone?

    Oops jamboree! Oops Jamboree!
    Oh you sea-sick sailor, falling down behind
    Oops Jamboree! Oops Jamboree!
    I wonder where me sea-legs' gone?

Now the land is out of sight
Things ain't as steady as the old rock light
I'll feel worse by tomorrow night
I wonder where me sea-legs' gone?

Now that we are outward bound
I wish my feet were on dry ground
Then I'd be nowhere to be found
I wonder where me sea-legs' gone?

Now we're on the open sea
The waters roar; the wind blows free
It's back on shore I'd rather be
I wonder where me sea-legs' gone?

Now we're on the ocean wide
The ship it rolls from side to side
It's down below I long to hide
I wonder where me sea-legs' gone?

Across the raving main we'll go
The horizon's moving to and fro
I'll be heaving up in an hour or so
I wonder where me sea-legs' gone?

And when we reach the foreign shore
I'll be the first one to the door
I never will walk straight no more
I wonder where me sea-legs' gone?

And when I'm firmly stood on land
I'll kiss the ground upon the strand
A lubber's life would be right grand
I wonder where me sea-legs' gone?



Tune: Traditional, words: (c) S P Belsey