Fiddler’s Green
As I walked by the dockyard one evening so fair,
to view the saltwater and take the night air,
I heard an old fisherman singing a song:
Oh take me away boys, me time is not long.
Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumper,
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 on Fiddler’s Green.
Now Fiddler’s Green is a place I’ve heard tell,
Where the fishermen go if they don’t go to hell,
Where the skies are all clear and the dolphin do play,
And the cold coast of Greenland is far far away.
Refrein
Where the skies are all clear and there’s never a gale,
And the fish jump on board mith one swish of their tail,
Where you lie at your leisure there’s no work to do,
And the skipper’s below making tea for the crew.
Refrein
When you get back on the docks 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 it is free,
And there’s bottles of rum growing from every tree.
Refrein
Now I don’t want a harp nor a halo, not me,
Just give me a breeze on 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.
Refrein