Land Ho!

Granda loved a sailor

Who sailed the frozen sea

He grandpa was the 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 foreing 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 me free

(Em Dm)

Ive got three ships and sixty man

A course for ports unread

Stand at mast, let north wind blows

Till half of us are dead