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

Ya!



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 litlle girl alive

If I get my hand on a number two come back home and marry you

Marry you, marry you

Alright!

Land ho!

[improv out]