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The Dutchman
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The Dutchman is not the kind of man
Who keeps his thumb jammed in the dam
That holds his dreams in
That's a secret that only Margaret knows
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The Dutchman is not the kind of man
Who keeps his thumb jammed in the dam
That holds his dreams in
That's a secret that only Margaret knows
full lyrics... 
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Features Of This Song
folk roots
acoustic sonority
major key tonality
a vocal-centric aesthetic
a good dose of acoustic guitar pickin'
acoustic rhythm guitars

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Let us go to the banks of the ocean
That's a secret that only Margaret knows
Margaret sewed there
Let us go to the banks of the ocean
She learned it when the song was very new
Who keeps his thumb jammed in the dam
An' calls out to them when he thinks he knows the Captain
Publisher: DUCHESS MUSIC CORPORATION
And dear Margaret remembers that for me
Long ago, I used to be a young man
And dear Margaret remembers that for me
Let us go to the banks of the ocean
The Dutchman falls asleep, Margaret blows the candles out
Long ago, I used to be a young man
Dear Margaret remembers that for me
Margaret brings him breakfast, she believes him
Sometimes she sees her unborn children in his eyes
When Amsterdam is golden in the summer
He watches the tug-boats down canals
Sometimes he thinks he's still in Rotterdam
Some tea with whiskey keeps away the dew
She winds his muffler tighter, they sit in the kitchen
Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee
Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee
Long ago, I used to be a young man
The winters whirl the windmills 'round
The Dutchman still wears wooden shoes
She makes the bed up singing some old love song
Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee
That holds his dreams in
He sees her for a moment, he calls her name
He's mad as he can be, Margaret only sees that sometimes
He thinks the tulips bloom beneath the snow
Let us go to the banks of the ocean
Sometimes he thinks he's alone and he calls her name
Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee
And his cap and coat are patched with the love
Songwriter: Michael Peter Smith
Long ago, I used to be a young man
Margaret comes to take him home again
He hums a line or two, they hum together in the dark
And dear Margaret remembers that for me
The Dutchman is not the kind of man
Through unforgiving streets that trip him, though she holds his arm
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