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!
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