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 goin' 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 for country miles, *
Singing songs of shady sisters and old time liberty,
Songs of love and songs of death, songs to set men free. Hey!

I've got three ships and sixty men,
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 hands on a number [bad word] back home and marry you, **
Marry you, marry you.
All right!

Hey - land Ho!
Hey - land Ho!

Well, if I get back home and I feel all right
You know, baby, I'm gonna love you tonight,
Love tonight, love tonight.

Hey - land Ho!
Hey - land Ho!
Hey - land Ho!