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 blow like bubbles
While ya
sip yer 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
And I found I could not hold her
She took on
a fine young skipper
Who soon run 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 die
