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 
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit) 

Brandy wears a braided chain 
Made of finest silver from the North of Spain 
locket that bears the name 
Of the man that Brandy loved

He came on a summer's day 
Bringin' gifts from far away 
And though he made it clear he couldn't stay 
No harbor was his home 

The sailors 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 wife, my lover, my lady is the sea 
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit) 

Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes 
As he told his sailor stories 
She could feel the ocean foam rise 
She saw its ragin' glory 
But he had always told the [bad word]  lord he was an honest man 
And Brandy does her best to understand 
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit) 

At night when the bars close down 
Brandy walks through a silent town 
She loves a man who's not around 
She still can hear him say 

She hears him say, Brandy, you're a fine girl (you're a fine girl) 
What a good wife you would be (such a fine girl) 
But my wife, my lover, my lady is the sea 
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit) 

Brandy, you're a fine girl (you're a fine girl) 
What a good wife you would be (such a fine girl) 
But my wife, my lover, my lady is the sea 
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit) 
Is the sea
Is the sea