Em D repeatedly

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,
you’d better be there when the Dutchman comes.

Em D…

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,
you’d better be there when the Dutchman comes.

Instrumental:
Am Em D x4
D C D x5 (?)

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.

Em D repeatedly

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