Got two versions, one is Steve Goodman´s, the other - I´m not sure. Maybe Liam Clancy ot Tommy Makem, maybe my adaptation.

The Dutchman    Michael Peter Smith
                                 
(C) The Dutchman's not the kind of man
Who keeps his thumb jammed in the dam
That (Dm)holds his dreams in,
(G) But that's a secret that only (C)Margaret knows.
When Amsterdam is golden in the summer,         
Margaret brings him breakfast,
(Dm) She believes him.
(G) He thinks the tulips bloom be(C)neath the snow.
He's mad as (F)he could be, but (G)Margaret only (C)sees that (C/B)sometimes,(Am)
Sometimes she (F)sees her unborn (G)children in his (C)eyes.

Let us (F)go to the banks of the (Em)ocean
Where the (F)walls rise a(G)bove the Zuider (C)Zee.
Long a(Dm)go, I (G)used to be a (C)young (C/B)man,(Am)
And dear (F)Margaret re(G)members that for (C)me.

The Dutchman still wears wooden shoes,
His cap and coat are patched with the love
That (Dm)Margaret sewed there.
(G) Sometimes he thinks he's still in (C)Rotterdam.
And he watches the tug-boats down canals,
Calls out to them when he thinks
He (Dm)knows the captain,
(G) Till Margaret comes to take him (C)home again
Through unfor(F)giving streets that (G)trip him, though she (C)holds (C/B)his (Am)arm,
Some(F)times he thinks he's a(G)lone, and he calls her (C)name.

Let us (F)go to the banks of the (Em)ocean
Where the (F)walls rise a(G)bove the Zuider (C)Zee.
Long a(Dm)go, I (G)used to be a (C)young (C/B)man,(Am)
And dear (F)Margaret re(G)members that for (C)me.

The winters whirl the windmills 'round,
She winds his muffler tighter,
And (Dm)they sit in the kitchen.
(G) Some tea with whiskey keeps a(C)way the dew.
And he sees her for a moment, calls her name,
She makes the bed up, singing
(Dm)Some old love song,
(G) A song Margaret learned when it was (C)very new.
He hums a (Dm)line or two, (G) they sing to(C)gether (C/B)in the (Am)dark.
The Dutchman (F)falls asleep, and (G)Margaret blows the (C)candle out.

Let us (F)go to the banks of the (Em)ocean
Where the (F)walls rise a(G)bove the Zuider (C)Zee.
Long a(Dm)go, I (G)used to be a (C)young (C/B)man,(Am)
And dear (F)Margaret re(G)members that for (C)me.
(Ebj7)    (F) (G7) (C)

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This is Steve Goodman´s version.

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The Dutchman    Michael Peter Smith

(C) (C/A) (C/B) (C/A) (C) (C/A) (C/B) (C/A)
The (C)Dutchman's not the (C/A)kind of man
Who (C/B)keeps his thumb jammed (C/A)in the dam
(C/E)That (Dm)holds his dreams in,
(G) But that's a secret only (C)Margaret knows. (C/A) (C/B) (C/A)
When (C)Amsterdam is (C/A)golden
In the (C/B)morning, Margaret (C/A)brings him breakfast,
(C/E)(Dm) She believes him.
(G) He thinks the tulips bloom be(C)neath the snow,
He's mad as (Dm)he can be,
But (G)Margaret only (C)sees that (C/B)sometimes, (Am)
(Am/G) Sometimes she (Dm)sees her unborn (G)children
In his (C)eyes.

Let us (F)go to the (G)banks of the (C)ocean,
(C/E)Where the (Dm)walls rise a(G)bove the Zuyder (C)Zee.
Long a(F)go, I (G)used to be a (C)young (C/B)man, (Am)
(Am/G) And dear (Dm)Margaret re(G)members that for (C)me.
(C/A) (C/B) (C/A) (C) (C/A) (C/B) (C/A)

The (C)Dutchman still wears (C/A)wooden shoes,
His (C/B)coat and cap are (C/A)patched with the love
(C/E)That (Dm)Margaret sewed there.
(G) Sometimes he thinks he's still in (C)Rotterdam. (C/A) (C/B) (C/A)
And he (C)watches the tugboats, (C/A)down canals
And (C/B)calls out to them (C/A)when he thinks
(C/E)He (Dm)knows the captains,
(G)'Til Margaret comes to take him (C)home again,
Through (C/E)unfor(Dm)giving streets
That (G)trip him, though she (C)holds his (C/B)arm, (Am)
Some(Am/G)times he (Dm)thinks that he's a(G)lone,
And he calls her (C)name.

Let us (F)go to the (G)banks of the (C)ocean,
(C/E)Where the (Dm)walls rise a(G)bove the Zuyder (C)Zee.
Long a(F)go, I (G)used to be a (C)young (C/B)man, (Am)
(Am/G) And dear (Dm)Margaret re(G)members that for (C)me.
(C/A) (C/B) (C/A) (C) (C/A) (C/B) (C/A)

The (C)windmills whirl the (C/A)winter in,
She (C/B)winds his muffler (C/A)tighter,
(C/E)They sit (Dm)in the kitchen.
(G) Some tea with whiskey keeps a(C)way the dew.(C/A) (C/B) (C/A)
He (C)sees her for a (C/A)moment,
Calls her (C/B)name. She makes the (C/A)bed up,
(C/E)Singing (Dm)some old love song.
(G) She learned it when the tune was (C)very new.
He (C/E)hums a (Dm)line or two,
(G) They sing to(C)gether (C/B)in the (Am)dark.
The (Am/G)Dutchman (Dm)falls asleep, and (G)Margaret
Blows the (C)candle out.

Let us (F)go to the (G)banks of the (C)ocean,
(C/E)Where the (Dm)walls rise a(G)bove the Zuyder (C)Zee.
Long a(F)go, I (G)used to be a (C)young (C/B)man, (Am)
(Am/G) And dear (Dm)Margaret re(G)members that for (C)me.
(C/A) (C/B) (C/A) (C) (C/A) (C/B) (C/A) (C)

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The Dutchman    Michael Peter Smith

(G) (G6) (Gj7) (G6) (G) (G6) (Gj7) (G6)
The (G)Dutchman's not the (G6)kind of man
To (Gj7)keep his thumb jammed (G6)in the dam
(G/B)That (Am)holds his dreams in,
(D) But that's a secret only (G)Margaret knows.(G6) (Gj7) (G6)
When (G)Amsterdam is (G6)golden in the (Gj7)morning
Margaret (G6)brings him breakfast,
(G/B)(Am) She believes him.
(D) He thinks the tulips bloom be(G)neath the snow,
He's mad (G/B)as (Am)he can be,
But (D)Margaret only (G)sees that (G/F#)sometimes,(Em)
(Em/D) Sometimes she (Am)sees her unborn (D)children in his (G)eyes. (C)(G) (hold)

Let us (C)go to the (D)banks of the (G)ocean
(G/B)Where the (Am)walls rise a(D)bove the Zuyder (G)Zee.
Long a(C)go, I (D)used to be a (G)young (G/F#)man, (Em)
(Em/D) And dear (Am)Margaret re(D)members that for (G)me.
(G6) (Gj7) (G6) (G) (G6) (Gj7) (G6)

The (G)Dutchman still wears (G6)wooden shoes,
His (Gj7)cap and coat are (G6)patched with love
(G/B)That (Am)Margaret sewed in.
(D) Sometimes he thinks he's still in (G)Rotterdam. (G6) (Gj7) (G6)
He (G)watches tugboats down canals
And (Gj7)calls out to them (G6)when he thinks
(G/B)He (Am)knows the Captain,
(D) 'Til Margaret comes to take him (G)home again
Through (G/B)unfor(Am)giving streets
That (D)trip him, though she (G)holds his (G/F#)arm. (Em)
Some(Em/D)times he (Am)thinks that he's a(D)lone and calls her (G)name. (C)(G) (hold)

Let us (C)go to the (D)banks of the (G)ocean
(G/B)Where the (Am)walls rise a(D)bove the Zuyder (G)Zee.
Long a(C)go, I (D)used to be a (G)young (G/F#)man, (Em)
(Em/D) And dear (Am)Margaret re(D)members that for (G)me.
(G6) (Gj7) (G6) (G) (G6) (Gj7) (G6)

The (G)windmills whirl the (G6)winter in.
She (Gj7)winds his muffler (G6)tighter,
(G/B)They sit (Am)in the kitchen.
(D) Some tea with whiskey keeps a(G)way the dew. (G6) (Gj7) (G6)
He (G)sees her for a (G6)moment, calls her (Gj7)name,
She makes the (G6)bed up,
(G/B)Humming (Am)some old love song.
(D) She learned it when the tune was (G)very new.
He (G/B)hums a (Am)line or two,
(D)They hum to(G)gether (G/F#)in the (Em)night.
The (Em/D)Dutchman (Am)falls asleep,
And (D)Margaret blows the (G)candle out. (C)(G)(hold)

Let us (C)go to the (D)banks of the (G)ocean
(G/B)Where the (Am)walls rise a(D)bove the Zuyder (G)Zee.
Long a(C)go, I (D)used to be a (G)young (G/F#)man, (Em)
(Em/D) And dear (Am)Margaret re(D)members that for (G)me.
(G6) (Gj7) (G6) (G) (G6) (Gj7) (G6) (G)

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