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