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 in 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 in old town Liberty
Songs of love and songs of death and songs to set men free
Ya!
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 alive
If I get my hands on a number two come back home and marry you
Marry you, marry you
Alright!
Eh land ho!
Eh land ho!
Well if I get back home and I feel alright
You know babe I'm gonna love you right, love you right, love you right
Eh land ho!
Eh land ho!
Eh!
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