With a lady-like devotion She sails the bitter ocean If it wasn't for lovesick sailors There'd be nothin' left but flotsam
Singin' why me oh my Is there a better man than I I hope you find your way back home Before you're lyin' high and dry I hope you find your way back home Before you die
Her sails billow like bubbles While you sip your daily doubles If she wasn't so fond of the weather She might give the deckhands trouble
Singin' why me oh my Is there a better man than I I hope you find your way back home Before you're lyin' high and dry I hope you find your way back home Before you die
One day when I grew older I found I could not hold her She took on a fine young skipper Who'd sooner ram her up on a boulder
Singin' why me oh my Is there a better man than I I hope you find your way back home Before you're lyin' high and dry I hope you find your way back home Before you die
Now the pleasures of the harbor Don't include a lady barber If it wasn't for Long John Silver All of us pirates would've been martyrs
Singin' why me oh my Is there a better man than I I hope you find your way back home Before you're lyin' high and dry I hope you find your way back home Before you're lyin' high and dry I hope you find your way back home Before you dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
