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 going crazy from living on the land Got to find my shipmates and walk on foreign sand. 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 town liberty Songs of love and songs of death, songs that set men free. 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! 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. Land ho!, land ho! If I get back home and I feel all right You don't baby gonna love you tonight Land ho!
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