We sailed on the sloop John B My grandfather and me Around Nassau town we did roam Drinking all night Got into a fight Well I feel so broke up I want to go home So hoist up the John B's sail See how the mainsail sets Send for the Captain ashore I want to go home, O let me go home Please let me go home I feel so broke up - I want to go home Well the first mate he got drunk, Broke up the peoples trunk Constable had to come and take him away Sheriff John Stone Please leave me alone I feel so broke up I want to go home The cook he had a fit Ate up all 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