Fiddlers Green - The Irish Rovers

As I walked by the dockside one evening so rare

To view the salt waters and take in the salt air

I spied 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 someday on Fiddlers Green

Now Fiddlers 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 dolphins do play

And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away

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 someday on Fiddlers Green

Where the skies are all clear and there’s never a gail

And the fish jump on board with one swish on their tail

Where you lie at your leisure, there’s no work to do

And the skipper’s below making tea for the crew

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 someday on Fiddlers Green

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 riggin' to sing me a song

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 someday on Fiddlers Green