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Shine, shine, the light of good works shine
The watch before the city gates depicted in their prime
That golden light all grimy now
Three hundred years have passed
The worthy Captain and his squad of troopers standing fast
The artist knew their faces well
The husbands of his lady friends
His creditors and councilors
In armor bright, the merchant men
Official moments of the guild
In poses keen from bygone days
The city fathers frozen there
Upon the canvas dark with age
The smell of paint, a flask of wine
And turn those faces all to me
The blunderbuss and halberd-shaft
And Dutch respectability
They make their entrance one by one
Defenders of that way of life
The redbrick home, the bourgeoisie
Guitar lessons for the wife
So many years we suffered here
Our country racked with Spanish wars
Now comes a chance to find ourselves
And quiet reigns behind our doors
We think about posterity again
And so the pride of little men
The burghers good and true
Still living through the painter's hand
Request you all to understand
The watch before the city gates depicted in their prime
That golden light all grimy now
Three hundred years have passed
The worthy Captain and his squad of troopers standing fast
The artist knew their faces well
The husbands of his lady friends
His creditors and councilors
In armor bright, the merchant men
Official moments of the guild
In poses keen from bygone days
The city fathers frozen there
Upon the canvas dark with age
The smell of paint, a flask of wine
And turn those faces all to me
The blunderbuss and halberd-shaft
And Dutch respectability
They make their entrance one by one
Defenders of that way of life
The redbrick home, the bourgeoisie
Guitar lessons for the wife
So many years we suffered here
Our country racked with Spanish wars
Now comes a chance to find ourselves
And quiet reigns behind our doors
We think about posterity again
And so the pride of little men
The burghers good and true
Still living through the painter's hand
Request you all to understand
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I believe frijolito_ts is correct in most of his remarks, but I would like to add a little more perspective.
The narrator in these lyrics is obviously standing on front of the painting referred to as "The Night Watch" in the National Museum of Amsterdam, and expresses his admiration for it both by calling it a "good work" and analysing the scene depicted at length. Through the painting, he seems to acquire an understanding of the suffering of the Dutch people after their struggle with the Spanish reign and of their longing for a free and prosperous society, with all the petty bourgousie stuff that comes along with it.
The pivoting point of these lyrics lies in the possible dual interpretation of the last verse:
The burghers good and true / still living through the painter's hand / request you all to understand
According to this line, the good and true burghers who are immortalised by the painter (i.e. the people depicted in the painting) request "you all" to show an understanding for their cause. However, if this verse is read as follows:
The burghers good and true still living / through the painter's hand / request you all to understand
perhaps the good and true burghers of the Netherlands, in their petty society of today (=1974), request you all to show an understanding of their way of life, by invoking this painting.
I wouldn't go as far as to say that Palmer-James consciously included this dual interpretation in his lines; on the other hand, it is obvious that whatever the feelings of the narrator towards the Dutch society were, it is this painting by Rembrandt that made him judge it in a more flexible manner.