Grand-Ma loved a sailor
Who sailed the frozen sea.
Grand-Pa was a whaler

And he took me on his knee.
He said, "Son, I'm goin' 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 song of shady sisters
And old time liberty,

Songs of love and songs of death,
And songs to set me free.


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 aline.
If I get my hands on a number two
Come back home and merry you,

Merry you, merry you. All right!
Land ho!