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John B. Sails
(aka Sloop John B.)
Oh, we come on the sloop John B.,
My grandfadder an' me.
Round Nassau Town we did roam,
Drinking all night,
We got in a fight,
I feel so breakup, I want to go home!
CHORUS:
So hoist up the John B. Sails,
See how de main sail set,
Send for de Capt'n a-shore,
Lem-me go home!
Lem-me go home!.... Lem-me 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
and take him away.
Mr. Johnstone, polease let me alone,
I feel so break-up,
I want to go home!
(Repeat Chorus)
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!
(Repeat Chorus)
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