The Dutchman
Liam Clancy Lyrics


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The Dutchman's not the kind of man
Who keeps his thumb jammed in the dam
That holds his dreams in,
But that's a secret that only Margaret knows.

When Amsterdam is golden in the summer,
Margaret brings him breakfast,
She believes him.
He thinks the tulips bloom beneath the snow.

He's mad as he can be, but Margaret only sees that sometimes,
Sometimes she sees her unborn children in his eyes.

Let us go to the banks of the ocean
Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee.
Long ago, I used to be a young man
And dear Margaret remembers that for me.

The Dutchman still wears wooden shoes,
His cap and coat are patched with the love
That Margaret sewed there.
Sometimes he thinks he's still in Rotterdam.

And he watches the tug-boats down canals
An' calls out to them when he thinks he knows the Captain.
Till Margaret comes
To take him home again

Through unforgiving streets that trip him, though she holds his arm,
Sometimes he thinks he's alone and he calls her name.

Let us go to the banks of the ocean
Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee.
Long ago, I used to be a young man
And dear Margaret remembers that for me.

The winters whirl the windmills 'round
She winds his muffler tighter
And they sit in the kitchen.
Some tea with whiskey keeps away the dew.

And he sees her for a moment, calls her name,
She makes the bed up singing some old love song,
A song Margaret learned
When it was very new.

He hums a line or two, they sing together in the dark.
The Dutchman falls asleep and Margaret blows the candle out.

Let us go to the banks of the ocean
Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee.




Long ago, I used to be a young man
And dear Margaret remembers that for me.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Liam Clancy's song "The Dutchman" tell the story of a man named the Dutchman, and his wife, Margaret. The Dutchman is a dreamer who refuses to keep his hope and aspirations stagnant, despite the world's intolerance for his ideas. Margaret is the only one who knows of his secret. They live in Amsterdam, where Margaret brings him breakfast and believes in him. The Dutchman believes in the impossible, envisioning tulips growing beneath the snow. Despite his madness, Margaret sees their unborn children in his eyes.


The couple then heads to the banks of the ocean where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee, and Margaret remembers the Dutchman's youth for him. The Dutchman still wears wooden shoes patched with Margaret's love, sometimes believing he is still in Rotterdam, and watches the boats down the canal, calling out to the captain. Margaret takes him home through unforgiving streets, guiding him along the way, and sometimes he calls her name, doubting if he is alone.


The winters pass, and they sit in the kitchen with tea and whiskey, wrapping up warm and singing old love songs. In the night, their voices blend together in a dark room where the Dutchman falls asleep, and Margaret blows the candle out. The song's final stanza brings the listener back to the banks of the ocean, where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee, and the Dutchman reminisces about his youth while Margaret remembers it for him. The song ends with a heartfelt reflection on the power of shared love and memories.


Line by Line Meaning

The Dutchman's not the kind of man Who keeps his thumb jammed in the dam That holds his dreams in, But that's a secret that only Margaret knows.
The Dutchman is not someone who suppresses his dreams, but keeps them private from everyone except Margaret.


When Amsterdam is golden in the summer, Margaret brings him breakfast, She believes him. He thinks the tulips bloom beneath the snow.
In summer, Margaret brings him breakfast and believes in him. The Dutchman has hope for new beginnings even in difficult times.


He's mad as he can be, but Margaret only sees that sometimes, Sometimes she sees her unborn children in his eyes.
Even when the Dutchman is upset, Margaret only sees his better qualities. She has hope for their future, including having children.


Let us go to the banks of the ocean Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee. Long ago, I used to be a young man And dear Margaret remembers that for me.
The artist invites listeners to a special place where he used to be young. He appreciates that Margaret remembers those times for him.


The Dutchman still wears wooden shoes, His cap and coat are patched with the love That Margaret sewed there. Sometimes he thinks he's still in Rotterdam.
The Dutchman still values traditional items like wooden shoes, and Margaret has made practical repairs with love. He reminisces about his hometown even though he's elsewhere.


And he watches the tug-boats down canals An' calls out to them when he thinks he knows the Captain. Till Margaret comes To take him home again
He likes to watch boats and feel a sense of familiarity, calling out to captains he might recognize. Margaret brings him back to reality and comforts him.


Through unforgiving streets that trip him, though she holds his arm, Sometimes he thinks he's alone and he calls her name.
Even with Margaret's help, the Dutchman can feel lost and scared. He relies on her presence and comfort even when everything else feels unfamiliar.


The winters whirl the windmills 'round She winds his muffler tighter And they sit in the kitchen. Some tea with whiskey keeps away the dew.
In winter, the windmills continue to turn as Margaret helps the Dutchman stay warm and cozy. They drink tea and whiskey to stay comfortable.


And he sees her for a moment, calls her name, She makes the bed up singing some old love song, A song Margaret learned When it was very new.
He catches glimpses of Margaret's beauty and calls her name. She sings an old love song while making the bed, one she learned when it was new and special.


He hums a line or two, they sing together in the dark. The Dutchman falls asleep and Margaret blows the candle out.
They sing together at night until the Dutchman falls asleep. Margaret blows out the candle and they experience peace and comfort with each other.




Writer(s): Michael Peter Smith Copyright: Duchess Music Corp.

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@Snowyowlphotography

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

When Amsterdam is golden in the summer
Margaret brings him breakfast, she believes him
He thinks the tulips bloom beneath the snow
He's mad as he can be, Margaret only sees that sometimes
Sometimes she sees her unborn children in his eyes

Let us go to the banks of the ocean
Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee
Long ago, I used to be a young man
Dear Margaret remembers that for me

The Dutchman still wears wooden shoes
And his cap and coat are patched with the love
Margaret sewed there
Sometimes he thinks he's still in Rotterdam

He watches the tug-boats down canals
An' calls out to them when he thinks he knows the Captain
Margaret comes to take him home again
Through unforgiving streets that trip him, though she holds his arm
Sometimes he thinks he's alone and he calls her name

Let us go to the banks of the ocean
Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee
Long ago, I used to be a young man
And dear Margaret remembers that for me

The winters whirl the windmills 'round
She winds his muffler tighter, they sit in the kitchen
Some tea with whiskey keeps away the dew
He sees her for a moment, he calls her name
She makes the bed up singing some old love song

She learned it when the song was very new
He hums a line or two, they hum together in the dark
The Dutchman falls asleep, Margaret blows the candles out

Let us go to the banks of the ocean
Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee
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
Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee
Long ago, I used to be a young man
And dear Margaret remembers that for me



@Alan-Byrne1987

'The Dutchman's not the kind of man
To keep his thumb jammed in the dam
That holds his dreams in,
But that's a secret that only Margaret knows.

When Amsterdam is golden in the morning,
Margaret brings him breakfast,
She believes him.
He thinks the tulips bloom beneath the snow.

He's mad as he can be, but Margaret only sees that sometimes,
Sometimes she sees her unborn children in his eyes.

Let us go to the banks of the ocean
Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee.
Long ago, I used to be a young man
But dear Margaret remembers that for me.

Let us go to the banks of the ocean
Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee.
Long ago, I used to be a young man
But dear Margaret remembers that for me.

The Dutchman still wears wooden shoes,
His cap and coat are patched with the love
That Margaret sewed there.
Sometimes he thinks he's still in Rotterdam.

He watches the tug-boats down canals
And calls out to them when he thinks he knows the Captain.
Till Margaret comes
To take him home again

Through unforgiving streets that trip him, though she holds his arm,
Sometimes he thinks he's alone and he calls her name.

Let us go to the banks of the ocean
Where the walls rise above the Zuiderzee.
Long ago, I used to be a young man
But dear Margaret remembers that for me.

The windmills whirl the winter in
She winds his muffler tighter
And they sit in the kitchen.
Some tea with whiskey keeps away the dew.

He sees her for a moment, calls her name,
She makes his bed up singing some old love song,
She learned it when the tune was very new.

He hums a line or two, they hum together in the dark.
The Dutchman falls asleep and Margaret blows the candle out.

Let us go to the banks of the ocean
Where the walls rise above the Zuiderzee.
Long ago, I used to be a young man
But dear Margaret remembers that for me.'



All comments from YouTube:

@francisrea5147

One of the greatest irish singers of all time. He brings this song / story to life, like no other artist. Love this song.

@charlestalcott6085

God Bless Liam - It's St Paddy's Day and like all Irishmen I am reminiscing. I am 83 so I remember the Clancy's and Tommy Makem singing their hearts out for all of us. What a wonderful time we all had. It was such fun and what joy they brought us all.

@vilstef6988

So sad and so lovely. Life can be that way. Endless thanks to Michael Smith for writing this wonderful song.

@buckwheat7254

If this song doesn't evoke strong emotion, then nothing will. A touching tune.

@garypace1424

Thanks for the memories Liam.
Thanks for sharing your talents with us

@mcinadr

Wonderfully rendered, we followed Liam from 1974 , met him & Tommy in Cleveland. On the town with my dear Maureen, I was retuning to the workforce after I quit GE Charlotte ASBD . Oh to be a young man

@davidlastinger3602

My Mother grew up with the Clancy's. There will always be a special place in my heart for them.

@danfroelich7819

God Bless Michael Peter Smith for writing this gem.

@bazzakeegan2243

Yes,this truly, is a beautifully crafted song...............

@lochas9901

And God bless Liam for singing it !!!!!!

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