Fiddler’s Green

As I roved 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, my time is not long

"Dress me up in my oilskins and jumper
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell my old shipmates I'm taking a trip, mates
And I'll see you someday in Fiddler's Green

"Now, Fiddler's Green is a place, I've heard tell
Where fishermen 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

"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

"Dress me up in my oilskins and jumper
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell my old shipmates I'm taking a trip, mates
And I'll see you someday in Fiddler's Green

"And when you're in dock and the long trip is through
There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lasses there, too
The girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum growing on every tree

"Dress me up in my oilskins and jumper
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell my old shipmates I'm taking a trip, mates
And I'll see you someday in Fiddler's Green

"I don't want a harp nor a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
And I'll play my old squeezebox as we sail along
With the wind in the rigging to sing me this song."

"Dress me up in my oilskins and jumper
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell my old shipmates I'm taking a trip, mates
And I'll see you someday in Fiddler's Green