“There's a port on a western bay
and it serves 100 ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes.
There's a girl in this harbour town
And she works laying whiskey down
They say, "Brandy, fetch another round"
She serves them whiskey and wine,
The sailors say, Brandy, you're a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
But my life, my love, and my lady is the sea”
— Nov 21, 2025 08:29PM
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