[Verse 1] We set sail on the auld John B, Just me an’ Granda, wild an’ free. Through loch and mist, past isle an’ stone, Far frae the fire that warms a home. A lighthouse flared on the heathered shore, But pride took the helm, an’ we saw it no more. Now I’m ragged wi’ sorrow, Aye, I just want tae go home. [Chorus] Haul up the tattered sail, Let the north wind groan. Call oot tae the land— Let me go home. Let me go home, Och, let me go home. This soul’s worn bare, An’ I long tae go home. [Verse 2] The first mate raved, lost in his mind, He broke the captain’s chest tae find A flask o’ fire, a dead man’s gold— A tale too oft in stories told. I cried tae Stone, the sheriff grim, “Leave me be, I’ve no more in me, Jim.” The sea’s no friend tae me— I just want tae go home. [Chorus] Haul up the weary sail, Let the mains’l creak an’ moan. Call the captain ashore— Let me go home. By the stars above, Let me go home. This voyage is cursed— Aye, I just want tae go home. [Verse 3] The cook took ill, pale as bone, He flung my broth, left me alone. He feasted wild on winter store, Like some beast wi’ a hunger born o’ war. I sat like frost upon the stone— Hollow, silent, skin to bone. This trip is bitter, dark as foam— Please, let me go home. [Final Chorus – slow and sorrowful] Raise the last torn sail, Let the cold winds roam. Sing tae the sea, Let a lost soul go home. Let him go home, Let his tale be known— This was the worst journey That I’ve ever known.
