SLOOP JOHN B.

We come on the sloop John B, my grandfather and me,
around Nassau town we did roam,
drinking all night, got into a fight
well feel so broke up, I want to go home

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So hoist up the John B sails, see how the main sail sets,
call for the captain ashore let me go home.
Let me go home, I wanna go home,
weill feel so broke Up, I wanna go home.

First mate he got drunk, and broke in the captain's trunk,
the constable had to come to take him away
Sheriff John Stone, why don't you leave me alone,
well feel so broke up, I wanna go home.

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Poor cook he got the fits, threw away all my grits
and then he took and he ate up all of my corn,
let me go home, why don't you let me go home,
this is the worst trip, I've ever been on.

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