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 [bad word] empty home again
 [bad word] all you lovers of the good life
On your [bad word] And set a sail of your own devising
And be there when the [bad word] 
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
 [bad word] all you lovers of the good life
You children playing in the sun
And set a sympathetic flag a-flying
And be there when the [bad word] 
You'd better be there when the [bad word] 
Death grinning like a scarecrow
Flying Dutchman
Seagull pilots flown from nowhere
Oh, 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
 [bad word] 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