Theres A Boat On The West End Bay,

And It Serves A Hundred Ships A Day,

You Know The Sailors Chase The Time Away,

Talk About Their Home.



Theres A Girl In The South Of Town,

And She Works Layin Buiscit Down,

They Say Brandy Fetch Another Round,

She Serves Them Whisky And Wine.



I Say Brandy, Your A Fine Girl,