Land Ho!

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

Yeah!

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

Alright!

Ey, land Ho!

Ey, land Ho!

If I get back home and I feel all right

You know baby gonna love you tonight

Love you right, love you right

Ey, land Ho!

Ey, land Ho!

Ey, land Ho!