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:
Won't you take me home boys, my time isn't long
Wrap me up in my oliskin 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 all someday in Fiddlers Green.
Now Fiddlers Green is a place I heard tell
Where fisherman 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
There's pubs there's clubs and there's lassies there too,
Where the girls are all pretty and the beer is free
And there's bottles of rum growing from each 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 my old squeeze-box as we sail along
With the wind in the rigging to sing me a song.
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:
Won't you take me home boys, my time isn't long
Wrap me up in my oliskin 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 all someday in Fiddlers Green.
Now Fiddlers Green is a place I heard tell
Where fisherman 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
There's pubs there's clubs and there's lassies there too,
Where the girls are all pretty and the beer is free
And there's bottles of rum growing from each 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 my old squeeze-box as we sail along
With the wind in the rigging to sing me a song.