Grandma loved a sailor who sailed the frozen sea
Grandpa was that whaler and he took me on his knee
He said, "Son, Im going crazy from living 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 for country miles
Singing songs of shady sisters and old time liberty
Songs of love and songs of death, songs to set men free
Ive got three ships and sixty men
A course for ports unread
Ill 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
Hey - Land Ho!
Hey - Land Ho!
If I get back home and I feel all right
You know, girl, Im gonna love you tonight
Love tonight
Love tonight
Hey, Land Ho!
Hey, Land Ho!
Hey, Land Ho!