Grandma was a sailor, who sailed the frozen sea. Grandma was that whaler, and he took me on his knee. He said, son, I'm going crazy, from living on the land. I've got to find my shipmates, and walk in foreign sands. I've got to find my shipmates, and walk in foreign sands. Yeah 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, in old town Liberty. Songs of love and songs of care, songs that set me free. Yeah I've got three ships, and sixty 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 hands on a number two. Come back home and marry you. Marry you. Marry you. Alright! Yeah Land ho! Yeah Land ho! Well, if I get back home and I feel alright. You know that I'm gonna love you, love you. Love you, love you, love you, love you. Yeah Yeah Land ho! Yeah Land ho! Yeah Land ho! Yeah