| Lyrics: | THE FLYING DUTCHMAN
'Twas on a dark and stormy night well southward of the Cape,
And
from a stiff nor'-wester we'd just made our escape.
Like an infant in his cradle rocked, ihe
breeze lulled us to sleep,
While peacefully we ploughed along the bosom of the
deep.
At last the helmsman gave a shout of terror and of fear,
As if he had just
gazed upon some sudden danger near.
We looked all round the ocean and there upon our
lee
We saw the Flying Dutchman come bounding through the sea.
Take in all flowing
canvas, now, our watchful master cried,
For this for our ship's company great terror does
betide.
The billows tossed all white with foam and dangerous did appear,
As the wind
sprang to a hurricane and auld Van Dyke came near.
Here comes the Flying Dutchman, comes
fast through the hissing
spray,
And proceeding by the tempest he heads for Table
Bay.
With bird-like speed he's borne along before the howling blast,
But he never can cast
anchor there, for the Bay, alas, he's passed.
Moan, ye Flying Dutchman, moan, for
horrible is thy doom:
The ocean round the stormy Cape it is thy living tomb;
For there Van
Dyke must beat about forever, night and day;
He tries in vain his oath to keep to anchor in
Table Bay.
From the Oxford Book of Sea Songs, Palmer
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