We sailed on the ship John B, my grandfather and me
Around Nassau town we did roam
Drinking all night, got into a fight
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The first mate, he got drunk, broke up the people's trunk
Constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff John Stone, why don't you leave me alone?
Then the cook, he caught the fits
Threw out all of my grits
Then he took and ate up all of my corn
Well, this is the worst trip since I have been born