If she wasn't so fond of the weather
I hope you find your way back home before you die
And now, the pleasures of the harbor
You find your way back home before you're lyin' high and dry
She took on a fine young skipper
Her sails blow like bubbles
I hope you find your way back home before you die
High and dry
You find your way back home before you're lyin' high and dry
One day as I grew older
Who soon run her up on a boulder
Don't include a lady barber
Singin' why, oh my, is there a better man than I?
While ya sip your daily doubles
Singin' why, oh my, is there a better man than I?
And I found I could not hold her
She might give the deckhands trouble
There'd be nothin' left but flotsam
Singin' why, oh my, is there a better man than I?
All of us pirates would've been martyrs
You find your way back home before you're lyin' high and dry
If it wasn't for long John Silver
You find your way back home before you die
I hope you find your way back home before you die
If it wasn't for lovesick sailors
You find your way back home before you're lyin' high and dry
Singin' why, oh my, is there a better man than I?
