Old lady with a barrow; life near ending
wall; warm wishes sending
Children on the cold sea swell
Gone to chase away the last
So come all you lovers of the good life
Set a sail of your own devising
And be there when the Dutchman comes.
Wee girl in a straw hat: from
Sad cargo of an old ship: young
So come all you lovers of the good life
Your children playing in the sun
Set a sympathetic flag a-flying
And And be there when the
grinning like a scarecrow Flying Dutchman
Seagull pilots flown from nowhere
As she slips in on the full tide
And the harbour-master yells
All hands vanished with the
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