Fiddler's Green

As I walked by the dockside one evening so rare To view the still waters and take the salt air I heard an old fisherman singing this song, Oh take me away boys, me time is not long (chorus): Lock me up in me oilskins and jumper No more on the docks I'll be seen Just tell me old shipmates I'm takin a trip mates I'll see you someday in Fiddler's Green Oh in Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell Where sailormen go if they don't go to hell Where the weather is fair and the dolphins do play And the cold coast of Greenland is far far away (chorus) Where the skies are all clear and there's never a gale And the fish jump on board with a swish of their tails Where you lie at your leisure - there's no work to do And the skipper's below making tea for the crew (chorus) Oh and when you are docked and the long trip is through There's pubs and there's clubs and there's la*sies there too Where the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free And there's bottles of rum growin off every tree (chorus) Oh I don't want a harp nor a halo, not me Just give me a breeze and a good rollin sea And I'll play me auld squeezebox as we sail along With the wind in the riggin to sing me this song (chorus)