Grandma loved a sailor Who sailed the frozen sea Grandpa was a 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 Yea! 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, Marry you, alright! Ey, land ho! Ey, land ho! Well, if I get back home and I feel alright You know, babe, I'm gonna love you tonight Love you right Love you right Ey, land ho! Ey, land ho! Ey, land ho!
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