Okay, let me get this straight.
She's a bartender. In a port city. The sailors propose to her repeatedly.
First off, geez, I can't understand why she wouldn't want to marry some dork who wasn't
going to be around ninety percent of the time, whose drinking habits she knows intimately
because she met him in a bar and served him whiskey all the time, and who might possibly
bring home an exotic fungus on his naughty bits, because he's gone ninety percent of the
time and has no access to clean women.
But she's in love with a guy who's in love with the sea. She doesn't see anybody
else, she lives alone, and she wears a locket around her neck that has HIS name on it.
This egomaniac gave HER a 'gift' of a locket with HIS name on it. And she WEARS
it.
Even knowing she'll never be his wife, or even his first love. And he'll never be
happy if he settles down with her.
Damn, that's starting to sound uncomfortably like my first marriage.
No freaking wonder I cringe every time I hear this song.