Fiddlers Green

John Connolly

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

Wrap me up in me oilskins 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 someday on Fiddlers Green

Now Fiddlers Green is a place I’ve 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

Wrap me up in me oilskins 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 someday on Fiddlers Green

Where the skies are all clear and there’s never a gail
And the fish jump on board with one swish on their tail
Where you lie at your leisure, there’s no work to do
And the skipper’s below making tea for the crew

Wrap me up in me oilskins 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 someday on Fiddlers Green

Now I don’t want a harp nor a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze on a good rolling sea
I’ll play me old squeeze-box as we sail along
With the wind in the riggin’ to sing me a song

Wrap me up in me oilskins 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 someday on Fiddlers Green

When you get to the docks and the long trip is through
There’s pubs and there’s clubs and their 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

Wrap me up in me oilskins 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 someday on Fiddlers Green