| There’s a port on a western bay
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| And it serves a hundred ships a day
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| Lonely sailors pass the time away
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| And talk about their homes
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| And there’s a girl in this harbor town
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| And she works layin' whiskey down
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| They say, Brandy, fetch another round
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| She serves them whiskey and wine
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| The sailors say: «Brandy, you’re a fine girl» (you're a fine girl)
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| «What a good wife you would be» (such a fine girl)
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| «Yeah, your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea»
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| Brandy wears a braided chain
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| Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
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| A locket that bears the name
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| Of the man that Brandy loved
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| He came on a summer’s day
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| Bringin' gifts from far away
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| But he made it clear he couldn’t stay
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| No harbor was his home
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| The sailors say: «Brandy, you’re a fine girl» (you're a fine girl)
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| «What a… |