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CThe Dutchman's not the kind of man Who keeps his thumb jammed in the dam DmThat holds his dreams in, GBut that's a secret that only CMargaret knows. CWhen Amsterdam is golden in the summer,
Margaret brings him breakfast,
DmShe believes him. GHe thinks the tulips bloom bCeneath the snow. He's mad as Fhe can be, but GMargaret only Csees that CsoBmetiAmmes, Sometimes she Fsees her unborn Gchildren in his Ceyes.
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Let us Fgo to the banks of the Emocean Where the wFalls rise abGove the Zuider ZCee. Long DmagoA, I Gused to be a Cyoung manC B Am And dear FMargaret reGmembers that for Cme.
CThe Dutchman still wears wooden shoes, His cap and coat are patched with the love DmThat Margaret sewed there. GSometimes he thinks he's still in CRotterdam. CAnd he watches the tug-boats down canals An' calls out to them when he thinks he Dmknows the Captain. Till GMargaret comes To take him Chome again Through unforDmgiving streets that Gtrip him, CthCough she ChoBlds his AmarmA, Sometimes he Fthinks he's Galone and he calls her Cname.
CThe winters whirl the windmills 'round She winds his muffler tighter And they Dmsit in the kitchen. GSome tea with whiskey keeps away the Cdew. CAnd he sees her for a moment, calls her name, She makes the bed up singing Dmsome old love song, GA song Margaret learned When it was Cvery new. He hums a Dmline or two, Gthey sing together CinC CthBe Amdark. The Dutchman Ffalls asleep and GMargaret blows Cthe candle out.