we sailed on the sloop John B.

We sailed on the sloop John B.,
My grandfather and me,
Around Nassau town We did roam.
Drinking all night, we got in a fight,
I feel so broke up, I wanna go home.

So hoist up the John B. sail,
See how the main sail sets,
Call for the captain ashore,
Let me go home.
Let me go home,
I wanna go home,
I feel so broke up, I wanna go home.

The first mate he got drunk,
Break up the peoples trunk,
Constable come aboard and take him away,
Mr. Johnstone, please let me alone,
I feel so broke up, I wanna go home.

The poor cook he got fits,
Throw 'way all the grits,
Then he took and eat up all of my corn,
Let me go home, I wanna go home
This is the worst trip since I been born.