We come on the sloop John B My grandfather and me ‘Round Nassau town we did roam Drinkin’ all night, got into a fight I feel so break up, I want to go home So hoist up the John B sails See how the main sail sets Send for the Captain ashore, let me go home Please let me alone, I want to go home I feel so break up, I want to go home The first mate, oh, he got drunk He broke up the people’s trunk Constable had to come and take him away Sheriff Johnstone please let me alone I feel so break up, I want to go home The cook he got the fits Ate up all of my grits Then he went and ate up all of my corn O let me go home, please let me go home This is the worst trip I’ve ever been on