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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

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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

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