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, laying whiskey down. They say "Brandy, fetch another round". She serves them whiskey and wine. The sailors say "Brandy, you're a fine girl. What a good wife you would be. Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea.
Looking Glass