Fiddler's Green

Words and Music by: John Connolly

As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair
To view the salt waters and take the salt air
I heard an old fisherman singing a song
Won't you take me away boys me time is not long

                Wrap me up in me oil-skin 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 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


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


When you get to the docks and the long trip is through
Here's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too
When the girls are all pretty and the beer it is free
And there's bottles of rum growing from every 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 me old squeeze-box as we sail along
With the wind in the rigging to sing me a song

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