Land Ho!

Grandma loved a sailor

Who sailed a frozen sea

Grandpa was that whaler

And he took me on his knee

He said, "Son, I'm going crazy

From living on the land

Got to find my shipmates

And walk in foreign sands, yeah"

This old man was graceful

With silver in his smile

He smoked a briar pipe and

He walked for country miles

Singing songs of shady sisters

And old time liberty

Songs of love and songs of death

And songs to set men free, oh, yeah

I've got three ships and sixty 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 hands on a number two

Come back home and marry you

Marry you

Marry you, all right

Hey, land ho

Aye, land ho

Well, if I get back home and I feel all right

You know, babe, I'm gonna love you tonight

Love you, night, love you, night

Aye, land ho

Aye, land ho

Aye, land ho