Land Ho!
Grandma love a sailor
who sailed the frozen 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!