Land Ho!
Grandma loved a sailor, who sailed the frozen seaGrandpa was that whaler and he took me on his kneeHe said: "Son, I'm going crazy from livin' on the landGot to find my shipmates and walk on foreign sands"
This old man was graceful with silver in his smileHe smoked a briar pipe and he walked four country milesSinging songs of shady sisters and old town libertySongs of love and songs of death and songs to set men freeYa!
I've got three ships and sixteen menA course for ports unreadI'll stand at mast, let north winds blow till half of us are deadLand ho!
Well, if I get my hands on a dollar bill gonna buy a bottle and drink my fillIf I get my hands on a number five gonna skin that litlle girl aliveIf I get my hand on a number two come back home and marry youMarry you, marry youAlright!Land ho!