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, oh my, is there a better man than I?   You find your way back home before you're lyin' high and dry   You find your way back home before you die      Her sails blow like bubbles   While ya sip your daily doubles   If she wasn't so fond of the weather   She might give the deckhands trouble      Singin' why, oh my, is there a better man than I?   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 as 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, oh my, is there a better man than I?   You find your way back home before you're lyin' high and dry   I hope you find your way back home before you die      And 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, oh my, is there a better man than I?   You find your way back home before you're lyin' high and dry   I hope you find your way back home before you die   High and dry      I hope you find your way back home before you die