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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, Im going crazy from living 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 for 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, songs to set men free
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Ive got three ships and sixty men
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A course for ports unread
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Ill stand at mast, let north winds blow
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Till half of us are dead
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Land Ho!
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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
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Marry you
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Marry you
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Marry you
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Hey - Land Ho!
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Hey - Land Ho!
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If I get back home and I feel all right
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You know, girl, Im gonna love you tonight
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Love tonight
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Love tonight
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Hey, Land Ho!
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Hey, Land Ho!
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Hey, Land Ho!
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Land Ho!
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