With ladylike 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 below like bubbles While you sip your 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 I found I could not hold her She took on a fine young skipper Who soon ran 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