Lyrics:

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 better 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
You better 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