Brandy (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»
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 loved
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 sailors say: «Brandy, you’re a fine girl» (you're a fine girl)
«What a…