|_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ | With la_-dylike_ devo-o_-tion_  she sails_ the bitter_ o-ocean_ If it wasn't for lovesick_ sailors_ there'd_ be nothing_ left_ but flotsam_ Singing_ why_ me oh my_  is there a better_ man_ than I_ I hope you find_ your way_ back_ home_ Before you're lying_ high_ and dry_ I hope you find_ your way_ back_ home_ befo-ore you die_ Her sails_ billow_  like bubbles_  while you sip your dai_-ly dou_-bles_ If she wasn't so fond_ of the weather_ she might_ give_ the deckhands trouble_ Singing_ why_ me oh my_  is there a better_ man_ than I_ I hope you find_ your way_ back_ home_ Before you're lying_ high_ and dry_ I hope you find_ your way_ back_ home_ befo-ore you die_                 One day_ when I_  grew o-older_  and I found_ I could not_ hold her_ She took on_ a fine young_ skipper_ who soon_ run her up_ on_ a boulder_ Singing_ why_ me oh my_  is there a better_ man_ than I_ I hope you find_ your way_ back_ home_ Before you're lying_ high_ and dry_ I hope you find_ your way_ back_ home_ befo-ore you die_                   Now the pleasures_ of_ the har-a-arbour_  don't include_ a la_-dy barber_ If it wasn't for Long John Silver all of us pirates would've been martyrs_ Singing_ why_ me oh my_  is there a better_ man_ than I_ I hope you find_ your way_ back_ home_ Before you're lying_ high_ and dry_ I hope you find_ your way_ back_ home_ Before you're lying_ high_ and dry_ I hope you find_ your way_ back_ home_ befo-ore you die_