There's a boat on the west end bay,
And it serves a hundred ships a day,
You know the sailors chase the time away,
Talk about their home.

There's a girl in the south of town,
And she works layin biscuit down,
They say brandy fetch another round,
She serves them whiskey and wine.

I say Brandy, your a fine girl,

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