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 living on the land

Got to find my shipmates and walk on foreign sand."

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 town liberty

Songs of love and songs of death, songs that set men 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!

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.

Land Ho!, Land Ho!

If I get back home and I feel all right

You don't baby gonna love you tonight

Land Ho!