The John B. Sails

“The John B. Sails”
Come on the sloop John B., My grandfather and me, Round Nassau town ve did roam. Drinking all night, ve got in a ﬁght, Ve feel so break-up, ve vant to go home.


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 * So hoist up the John B. sails,
 * See how the mainsail set,
 * Send for the captain ashore—let me go home,
 * Let me go home, let me go home,
 * I feel so break-up, I vant to go home.

The ﬁrst mate he got drunk, Break up the people trunk, Constable come aboard, take him away— Mr. Johnstone, leave me alone, I feel so break-up, I vant to go home.
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The poor cook got the fits, Throw away all o’ my grits, Captain’s pig done eat up all o’ my corn. Lemme go home, I vant to go home, I feel so break-up, I vant to go home.
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Steamboat go by steam, Sailboat go by sail, My girl’s hat ’ain’t got no tail. Lemme go home, I vant to go home, I feel so break-up, I vant to go home.
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Send all the things from ashore, Let all the breezes blow, I’m so sorry that I can longer stay, Good-by to you— Tra-la-la-lu, This is the vorst trip since I vas born.
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