Låttexter: The Doors. Land Ho!.

Grand-ma loved a sailor
Who sailed the frozen sea
Grand-pa was a whaler
And he took me on his knee
He said, "Son, I'm goin' crazy
From livin' on the land.
Got to find my shipmates
And walk on foreign sands"

This old man was graceful,
With silver in his smile
He smoked a briar pipe and
He walked four country miles
Singing song of shady sisters
And old time liberty,
Songs of love and songs of death,
And songs to 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!

Well, it 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 aline
If I get my hands on a number two
Come back home and marry you,
Marry you, marry you. All right!
Land Ho!