There's A Port, On A Western Bay

And It Serves, A Hundred Ships A Day

The Sailors Pass The Time Away

And Talk About Their Homes.

And There's A Girl, In This Harbour Town

And She Works, Layin Whiskey Down

They Say Brandy, Fetch Another Round

She Serves Them Whiskey And Wine



The Sailors Say Brandy, You're A Fine Girl (you're A Fine Girl)

What A Good Wife You Would Be

(such A Fine Girl)

And Your Eyes Could Steal A Sailor From The Sea



Brandy Wears A Braided Chain

Made Of The Finest Silver From The North Of Spain

A Lockett That Bears The Name

Of The Man That Brandy Loves

He Came On A Summer's Day

Bringing Gifts From Far Away

But He Made It Clear, He Couldnt Stay

No Harbour Was His Home



The Sailor Said Brandy, You're A Fine Girl

(you're A Fine Girl)

What A Good Wife You Would Be

(such A Fine Girl)

But My Life, My Love And My Lady Is The Sea



Yeah Brandy Used To Watch His Eyes

As He Told His Sailors Stories

She Could Feel The Ocean Fall And Rise

She Saw Its Raging Glory

Now He Had Always Told The Truth

Yeah He Was An Honest Man

And Brandy Does Her Best To Understand



At Night When The Bar Closes Down

Brandy Walks Through A Silent Town

She Loves A Man Who's Not Around

She Still Can Hear Him Say



The Sailor Says Brandy, You're A Fine Girl

(you're A Fine Girl)

What A Good Wife You Would Be

(such A Fine Girl)

But My Life, My Love And My Lady Is The Sea

Yeah Brandy, You're A Fine Girl

(you're A Fine Girl)

What A Good Wife You Would Be

(such A Fine Girl)

But My Life, My Love And My Lady Is The Sea