| We come on the sloop John B. My grandfather and me round Nassau town we did roam Drinking all night, we got into a fight I feel so break up, I want to go home So hoist up John B.'s sails See how the main sail sets Send for the captain ashore, let me go home let me go home, I want to go home I feel so break up, I want to go home Well, the first mate, he got drunk and destroyed the people's trunk a Constable come aboar, take him away Sheriff Johnstone, please let me alone I feel so break-up, I wnat to go home Well, the poor cook he got fits throw 'way all the grits then he took and eat up all my corn Let me go home, I want to go home oh, this is the worst trip since I been born |
