Flying DutchmanOld lady with a barrow; life near endingStanding by the harbour wall; warm wishes sendingchildren on the cold sea swellnot fishers of mengone to chase away the last herring:come empty home again.So come all you lovers of the good lifeon your supermarket runSet a sail of your own devisingand be there when the Dutchman comes.Wee girl in a straw hat: from far east warringSad cargo of an old ship: young bodies whoringSlow ocean hobo ports closed to her crewNo hope of immigration keep on passing through.So come all you lovers of the good lifeyour children playing in the sunset a sympathetic flag a-flyingand be there when the Dutchman comes.Death grinning like a scarecrow Flying DutchmanSeagull pilots flown from nowhere try and touch oneas she slips in on the full tideand the harbour-master yellsAll hands vanished with the captainno one left, the tale to tell.So come all you lovers of the good lifeLook around you, can you see?Staring ghostly in the mirrorit's the Dutchman you will befloating slowly out to seain a misty misery.

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