Flying Dutchman - Jethro Tull

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 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 sails in on the full tide

and the harbour-master yells