Olive, You're a Fine Girl

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



A locket that bears the name



Of the man that Brandy loves



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



The sailor 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 life, my lover, my lady is the sea."



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



Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes



When he told his sailor stories



She could feel the ocean foam rise



She saw its ragin' glory



But he had always told the truth, 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



And 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 life, 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 life, my lover, my lady is the sea."
(Dooda-dit-dooda, dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)




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