The John B. Sails

Oh, we come on the sloop John B. ,My gran'fadder an' me.Round Nassau Town we did roam,Drinking
all night, we got in a fight,I feel so break-up I want to go home!

REFRAIN

So hoist up the John B. sails,See how de main-s'l set,Send for de Capt'n ashore, Lemme go home!Lemme go home! Lemme
go home!I feel so break-up I want to go home!

De first mate he got drunk,Break up de people's trunk.Constable come aboard an' take him away.Mr.
Johnstone, please let me alone.I feel so break-up I want to go home! Refrain

De poor cook he got fits,Tro' 'way all de grits,Den he took an' eat up all o' my corn!Lemme go home, I
want to go home!Dis is de worst trip since I been born! Refrain
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