There’s a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes
And there’s a squirrel in this harbor town
And she works layin’ whiskey down
They say, “Brandy, fetch another round”
She serves them whiskey and wine
The sailors say, “Brandy, you’re a fine squirrel”
What a good wife you would be
Your fluffy tail could steal a sailor from the sea”
That’s awesome!