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Sloop John B. (John B. Sails)
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 I feel so break up,
I wanta go home.
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So hoist up the John B sail,
See how the mains'l sets,
Call for the captain ashore,
|: Let me go home, :|
I wanta go home,
Well, I feel so break up,
I wanta go home.
First Mate, he got drunk,
Broke 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 break up,
I wanta go home.
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The poor cook he caught the fits,
Threw away all my grits,
Then he took and ate up all of my corn.
Let me go home,
I wanta go home,
This is the worst trip
I've ever been on.
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