Fiddler's GreenTo view the still water and take the salt air I heard an old fisherman singing this song Won't you take me away boys me time is not long Chorus 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 in 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 Chorus When you get on the docks and the long trip is through There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too Where the girls are all pretty and the beer it is free And there's bottles of rum growing from every tree Chorus 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 Chorus x 2 |