There’s a (E)port Bran dy on a (A6)west (B6)ern (C#m7)bay, and it (A)serves fin est sil a ver hun from dred (D)ships a (A)day.

Lone ly (E)sail ors pass the (C#m7)time a way of and (F#m7)talk a (A)bout their (E)homes.

There’s a (E)girl

in the (A6)har (B6)bor (C#m7)town and she (F#m7)works

lay ing (D)whis key (A)down.

They say (E)“Bran made it dy, clear fetch an (A6)oth (B6)er (C#m7)round.” She (F#m7)serves them (A)whis key and (E)wine.

The sail ors say, (C#m7)“Bran dy, you’re a fine girl, what a (C#m7)good wife you would be.

Your my (E)eyes could lov steal er, a sail or from the (A)sea.”

(E)port Bran dy wears a (A6)braid (B6)ed (C#m7)chain made of (A)serves fin est sil a ver hun from the (D)north of (A)Spain, Lone a (E)lock et that the (C#m7)bears the name of the (F#m7)man that (A)Bran dy (E)loves.

He a (E)came

on a (A6)sum (B6)mer’s (C#m7)day bring ing (F#m7)gifts

from a (D)far a (A)way.

But he (E)“Bran loves a dy, man fetch he (A6)could (B6)n’t (C#m7)stay, no (F#m7)har bor (A)was his and (E)home.

The sail ors say, (C#m7)“Bran dy, you’re a fine girl, what a (C#m7)good wife you would be.

But my (E)life, my lov steal er, my la dy is the (A)sea.”

(C#m)Bran dy used to (E)watch his eyes when he (Amaj7)told his sail or’s sto ry.

She could (C#m)feel the o cean (E)fall and rise; she (Amaj7)saw its rag ing glo ry.

But (C#m)he had al ways told the truth, Lord, he (C#m)was an hon est (A)man.

(E)Bran dy does her (B)best to un der (A6)stand.

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