Fiddler's Green

As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair
To view the salt water and take the sea air
I heard an old fisherman singing a song
Won't you take me home boys, my time isn't long

Wrap me up in me oilskin jumper
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me 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 skies are not cloudy and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far far away


When you get to 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 each tree


Now I don't want a harp nor a halo not me
Just give me a ship and a good rolling sea
I'll play me old squeezebox as we sail along
With the wind in the riggins to sing me a song