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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 want to go home.
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So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the captain ashore, let me go home,
Let me go home
I want to go home,
Well I feel so break up
I want to go home.
The first mate he got drunk
He broke in the cap'n's trunk
The constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff John Stone
Why don't you leave me alone,
Well I feel so break up
I want to go home.
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The poor cook he caught the fits,
Threw away all my grits
Then he took and he ate up all of my corn
Let me go home
Why don't they let me go home
This is the worst trip
Since I've been born.
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