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There's a port on a western bay, And it serves a hundred ships a day, Lonely sailors pass the time away, And talk about their homes, And there's a girl in this harbor 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), Yeah, your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea, Brandy wears a braided chain, Made of finest silver from the north of Spain, A locket that bears the name, Of a man that Brandy loved, He came on a summer's day, Bringin' gifts from far away, But he made it clear he couldn't stay, No harbor was his home