There's a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pa** 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
[Chorus]
The sailors say "Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)