Old lady with a barrow life near ending Standing by the harbour wall warm wishes sending Children on the cold sea swell --- Not fishers of men --- Gone to chase away the last herring: Come empty home again. So come all you lovers of the good life On your supermarket run --- Set a sail of your own devising And be there when the dutchman comes. Wee girl in a straw hat: from far east warring Sad cargo of an old ship: young bodies whoring Slow ocean hobo --- ports closed to her crew No hope of immigration --- keep on passing through. So come all you lovers of the good life Your children playing in the sun --- Set a sympathetic flag a-flying And be there when the dutchman comes. Death grinning like a scarecrow --- flying dutchman Seagull pilots flown from nowhere --- try and touch one As she slips in on the full tide And the harbour-master yells All hands vanished with the captain --- No one left, the tale to tell.
So come all you lovers of the good life Look around you, can you see? Staring ghostly in the mirror --- It's the dutchman you will be ..floating slowly out to sea In a misty misery.
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