Fiddlers Green -----
As I walked by the dock - side one evening so fair,
to view the salt water and take the sea air,
I heard an old fisherman singing a song,
"Wont't you take me away boys my time is not long.
Wrap me up in my oil - skin and jumper.
No more on the dock I'll be seen.
Just tell me old ship - mates I'm taking a trip mates,
and I'll see them some day in Fiddlers Green.
Now Fiddlers Green is a place I hear teIl
Where fishermen go if they don't go to hell
Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far far away.
When you get to the docks and the long trip is through
And there's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too
Where the girls are all pretty and the beer it is free
And there's bottles of rum growing from every tree.
Now I don't want a harp nor a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
I'll play me old squeezebox as we sail along
With the wind in the rigging to sing me a song.
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