The Sloop John B

We came on the sloop, John B., my grandfather and me

Around Nassau Town we did roam

Drinking all night, we got into a fight

And now I feel so broke up, I want to go home

  

Chorus

So hoist up the John B. sails, see how the main sail sets

Send for the captain, ashore, I want to go home

Let me go home, I want to go home

I feel so broke up, I want to go home

  

The first mate, he got drunk. He broke up the people's trunk

Constable had to come and take him away

Sherrif John Stone, why don't you leave me alone

'Cause now I feel so broke up, I want to go home

   

The cook, he got the "fits". He threw away all of my grits

Then he took and he ate up all of my corn

Let me go home, I want to go home

This is the worst trip since I've been born.