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We came out in the sloop John, my grandfather and me
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Around Nausau town we do roam, drinking all night,
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Got into a fight well I feel so broke up I wanna go home.
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So hoist up the John B sail, see how the main sail set.
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Call for the captain ashore let me go home, let me go home
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I wanna go home, oh yeah well I feel so broke up I wanna go home.


The first mate he got drunk he broke in the captain?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 broke up I wanna go home.

The poor cook he got the fits, he threw away all my grits,
Then he took and he ate up all my corn
Let me go home why don?t they let me go home
This is the worst trip I?ve ever been on.