THE DUTCHMAN

The (F)Dutch man’s (F6)not the kind (Fmaj7)of man to (F)keep his thumb jammed (Fmaj7)in the dam that holds

his dreams in,

but there’s a se cret on ly Mar g’ret knows.

When (F)Am ster dam is (F6)gold en nals in the (F)morn ing, (F6)Mar g’ret (Fmaj7)brings him (F6)break fast, and she be lieves

him:

he thinks the tu lips bloom be neath the snow.

He’s the mad as (Gm)he can be, but (C7)Mar g’ret on ly (F)sees that (F)some times; some times she sees her un born (C7)chil dren in his eyes.

Let us (Gm)go to the (C9)banks of the (F)o cean,

where the (Gm)walls rise a bove the Zui der (F)zee.

Long a go

I (C9)used to be a young man,

but dear (Gm)Mar g’ret re mem bers that for me.

The (F)Dutch man (F6)still wears wood (Fmaj7)en shoes; his (F)cap and coat are (Fmaj7)patched with the that Mar

g’ret’s sewn in.

Some times he thinks he’s still in Rot ter dam.

He (F)watch es tug boats (F6)down ca nals calls and (F)calls out (F6)to them (Fmaj7)when he (F6)thinks he knows she the cap

tain,

’til Mar g’ret comes to take him home a gain.

Through the un for (Gm)giv ing streets that (C7)trip him, though she (F)holds his (F)arm.

times; Some times he thinks that he’s a (C7)lone and calls her eyes.

Let us (Gm)go to the (C9)banks of the (F)o cean,

where the (Gm)walls rise a bove the Zui der (F)zee.

Long a go

I (C9)used to be a young man,

but dear (Gm)Mar g’ret re mem bers that for me.

The

The (C7)Mar g’ret blows the can dle out.

Let us (Gm)go to the (C9)banks of the (F)o cean,

where the (Gm)walls rise a bove the Zui der (F)zee.

Long a go

I (C9)used to be a young man,

but dear (Gm)Mar g’ret re mem bers that

for me.