Grandma love a sailor who sailed the frozen sea.
Grandpa was a whaler And he took me on his knee.
He said, "Son, I'm going 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 songs of shady sisters And old time liberty.
Songs of love and songs of death And songs to set men free.
Yea! I've got three ships and sixteen men, A course for ports unread.
I'll stand at mast, let north winds...
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