text: 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 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
  Oh! Eh!
  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!
  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 all right
  You know babe Im gonna love you tonight
  Love you night, love you night
  Eh, Land Ho!
  Eh, Land Ho!
  Eh, Land Ho!