FIDDLER'S GREEN

(John Connelly)



As I roved by the dockside on evening so rare

To view the still waters and take the salt air

I heard an old fisherman singing this song

O take me away boys my time is not long



Dress me up in me oilskin 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 them someday in Fiddler's Green



Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell

Where fishermen go when 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



The sky's always clear and there's never a gale

And the fish jump on board with a flip of their tail

You can lie at your leisure, there's no work to do

And the skipper's below making tea for the crew



And when you're in dock and the long trip is thru

There's pubs and there's clubs, and there's lassies there too

Now the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free

And there's bottles of rum hanging from every tree



I don't want a harp or a halo, not me

Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea

And I'll play me old squeeze box as we sail along

When the wind's in the rigging to sing me this song



Copyright 1970 for the World, March Music Ltd.

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