Fiddlers Green

 

 

As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair

To view the still water and take the salt air

I heard an old fisherman singing a song

Won’t you take me away boys, me time is not long

 

Wrap me up in me oil skin and jumper

No more on these docks I’ll be seen

Just tell me old ship mates, I’m taking a trip mates

And I’ll see you some day in Fiddl-ers Green

 

Now Fiddlers Green is a place I hear tell

Where old sailors go if they don’t go to hell

Where skies are all clear and the dolphins do play

And the cold coast of Greenland is far far away

 

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Well the skies are all clear and there’s never a gale

And the fish jump on board with a swish of their tail

Where you lie at your leisure and there’s nothing to do

And the skipper’s below making tea for the crew

 

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            [Instrumental Break]

 

When you get on the docks and the long trip is through

Ther’s pubs and ther’s clubs and ther’s lassies there too

Where the girls are all pretty and the beer it is free

And ther’s bottles of rum growing from every tree

 

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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 squeeze box as we sail along

With the wind in the rigging to sing me a song

 

Chorus