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Grandma loved a sailor who sailed the frozen sea |
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Grandpa was that whaler and he took me on his knee |
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He said, "Son, I'm going crazy from livin' on the land |
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Got to find my shipmates and walk on foreign sands" |
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This old man was graceful with silver in his smile |
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He smoked a briar pipe and he walked four country miles |
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Singing songs of shady sisters and old time liberty |
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Songs of love and songs of death and songs to set men free |
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Yeah! |
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I've got three ships and sixteen men |
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A course for ports unread |
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I'll stand at mast, let north winds blow |
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'Til half of us are dead |
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Land ho! |
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Well, if I get my hands on a dollar bill |
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Gonna buy a bottle and drink my fill |
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If I get my hands on a number five |
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Gonna skin that little girl alive |
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If I get my hands on a number two |
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Come back home and marry you |
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Marry you, marry you, alright |
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Eyyy, land ho! |
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Eyyy, land ho! |
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Well, if I get back home and I feel alright |
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You know, babe, I'm gon' love you right |
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Love you right |
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Love you right |
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Eyyy, land ho! |
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Eyyy, land ho! |
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Eyyy, land ho! |
