We come on to sloop John B, my grandfather and me,
Around Nassau town we did roam.
Drinking all night, got in a fight, well I feel so brook up, I wanna go home.
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So hoist up the John B sails, see how the main sail set,
Call for the captain ashore, let me go home,
let me go home, why don’t you let me go home, yeah, yeah,
I feel so brook up, I wanna go home.
The first mate he got drunk, break up the people’s trunk.
Constable had to come and take him away,
Sheriff Johnstone, why don’t you leave me alone,
Well I feel so brook up, I wanna go home.
Refrein:
The cook he got the fits, trew away all my grits,
Then he took it and ate up all of the corn.
let me go home, why don’t you leave me alone,
This is the worst trip I’ve ever was on.
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