THE WRECK OF THE JOHN B (Words and music adapted by Lee Hays from a collection by Carl Sandburg) The Weavers We come on the sloop John B My grandfather and me, 'Round Nassau town we did roam Drinking all night, we got into a fight I feel so breakup, I want to go home So hoist up the John B sails See how the mains'l's set, Send for the captain ashore, Let me go home Let me go home Let me go home I feel so breakup I want to go home The first mate he got drunk, Broke up the people's trunk Constable had to come and take him away, Sheriff Johnstone, please let me alone I fell so breakup, I want to go home. CHORUS The stewardess she got stewed, Ran 'round the poop deck nude Constable had to come and take her away Sheriff Johnstone please let me alone I feel so breakup, I want to to home CHORUS