Fiddler's Green - Tim O'Brien

There’s a sad tale I’ll tell you of a sailor man’s life

How his love for the high seas it cost him a wife

When I’ve told you my story I’m sure you’ll agree

It’s not but pure folly when a man goes to sea

Just a young man of twenty I was courting a lass

Full of innocent beauty with style and with class

But the ships in the harbor they beckoned it seemed

I was lured by the trade winds to find fiddler’s green

When first I went sailing how a young girl did cry

But the lure of the trade winds could not be denied

And though she vowed to be faithful as my ship sailed away

She would marry another one year from that day

Yo ho ho, fiddler’s green

Bewitching young sailors with all of your dreams

Yo ho ho, she’s calm and serene

Enchantment awaits you on fiddler’s green

Well I’ve sailed many oceans since I left Boston town

And my hair has turned silver it was once chestnut brown

And from London to Bombay and ports in between

I was always in search of this fiddler’s green

And to the young lads now courting pretty maiden’s so fair

Should you hear those trade winds let me warn you beware

Go marry your young girl, as corn and your beans

Don’t waste your young manhood on fiddler’s green

Yo ho ho, fiddler’s green

Bewitching young sailors with all of your dreams

Yo ho ho, she’s calm and serene

Enchantment awaits you at fiddler’s green