Текст песни 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 
                                                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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