Land ho!
Grandma love a sailor
who sailed the froyen sea
Grandpa was a whaler
And he took me on his knee
He said, "Son, I'm going crazy
From livin' on the land
Got to find my shipmates
And walk on foreign sands."
This old man was graceful
With silver in his smile
He smoked a briar pipe and
He walked four country miles
Singing songs of shady sisters
And old time liberty
Songs of love and songs of death
And songs to set men free
Yea!
I've got three ships and sixteen men
A course for ports unread
I'll stand at mast, let north winds blow
Till half of us are dead
Land ho!
Well, if I get my hands on a dollar bill
Gonna buy a bottle and drink my fill
If I get my hands on a number five
Gonna skin that little girl alive
If I get my hand on a number two
Come back home and marry you, marry you, marry you.
Alright!
Land ho!
Land ho!
Land ho!
Well, if I get back home and I feel alright
you know baby...
Land Ho!
