This is funny how the two versions differ so much. Sloop John B. – Zvedněte kotvy 1. Už vyplouvá loď John B., už vyplouvá loď John B., okamžik malý, než zas poplujem dál, tak nechte mě plout, tak nechte mě plout sil už málo mám,…tak nechte mě plout. 2. Nejdřív jsem se napil, na zdraví všem připil, vím, že cesta má, konec už má, tak nechte mě plout, tak nechte mě plout, sil už málo mám,…tak nechte mě plout. 3. Sklenici svou dopil, zakrátko u mě byl, okovy na ruce dal a pistole vzal, šerif John Stone, jó šerif John Stone, moji svobodu vzal šerif John Stone. Raise anchor! 1. The Sloop John B. is drifting away, it's already drifting away in a minute, it will drift farther away so let me go, let me go I have few ties, so let me go 2. I drank up a bit before hand, I drank to everybodies health I know that the trip has, an end it will have so let me go, so let me go I have few ties, so let me go 3. I drank up my glass, after a bit he was by my side shackles he put on my hands, and took my pistol sheriff John Stone, hey, sheriff John Stone my freedom he took sheriff John Stone English version....sung by Beach Boys We come 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 Refrain So, hoist up the John B. sail see how the main sail sets call for the captain ashore he'll let me go home oh, let me go home, I wanna go home, yea, yea. well I feel so broke up I wanna go home. The first mate he got drunk tore up the captains trunk constable had to come and take him away sherif John Stone why don't you leave me alone, yea, yea well, I feel so broke up I want to go home Refrain The poor cook he caught the fits and threw away all of my grits then he took and he ate up all of my corn Let me go home why don't they let me go home This is the worst trip I've ever been on.