Fiddler's Green

1. As I walked by the dockside one morning so fair

to view the still waters and take the salt air

I heard an old fisherman singing this song

"won't you take me away boys my time is not long."

R: Wrap me up in my oilskins and jumpers

no more on the docks I'll be seen

just tell me old shipmates I'm taking a trip mates

and I'll see you some day in Fiddler's Green.

2. Oh Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell

where fishermen go if they don't go to hell

where the weather is fair and the dolphins do play

and the cold coast of Greenland is far far away.

R.

3. Where the sky's always blue and there's never a gale

where the fish jump on board with a swish of their tails

where you lie at your leisure there's nothing to do

and the skipper's below making tea for the crew.

R.

4. When you get back in dock and the long trip is through

there's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too

where the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free

and there's bottles of rum hanging on every tree.

R.

5. Now I don't want a harp nor a halo not me

just give me a breeze and the swift rolling sea

and I'll play me old squeeze-box as we sail along

with the wind in the rigging to sing me this song.

R.