There's a port on a west ern bay and it serves a hun dred ships a day. Lone ly sail ors pass the time a way and talk a bout their homes. There's a girl in this har bor town, and she works lay ing whis key down, they say Bran dy, fetch a noth er round she serves them whiskey and wine. The sail ors say Bran dy you're a fine girl what a good wife you would be your eyes could steal a sail or from the sea. Bran dy wears a braid ed chain, made of sil ver from the north of Spain. A lock et that bears the name of the man that Bran dy loves. He came on a sum mers day, bear ing gifts from far a way. But he made it clear he could n't stay no har bor was his home. The sail ors say Bran dy, you're a fine girl, what a good wife you would be but my life, my love, and m'lady is the sea Bran dy used to watch his eyes as he told his stor ies. She could feel the o cean fall and rise, she saw it's rag ing glor y. But he had al ways told the truth, Lord, he was an hon est man, and Bran dy does her best to un der stand. At night, when the bars close down, Bran dy walks through a sil ent town, and loves a man who's not a round. She still can hear him say, she hears him say Bran dy, you're a fine girl, what a good wife you would be. You're eyes could steal a sail or from the sea. Bran dy, you're a fine girl, what a good wife you would be. You're eyes could steal a sail or from the sea.
