Grandma loved a sailor who sailed the frozen sea
Grandpa was that 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
Yeah
I've got three ships and sixteen men
A course for ports unread
I'll stand at mast
Let north winds blow
'Til 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
Alright
Eyyy
Land ho
Eyyy
Land ho
Well
If I get back home and I feel alright
You know
Babe
I'm gon' love you right
Love you right
Love you right
Eyyy
Land ho
Eyyy
Land ho
Eyyy
Land ho