Fiddlers Green by W.Connolly

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 away boys my time is not long.

Chorus

Wrap me up in me oil skins and jumper
No more on the docks I'll be seen.
Just tell me old ship mates I'm taking a trip mates
And I'll see you someday in Fiddlers Green.

Now Fiddlers Green is a place I heard tell
Where fisherman 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.

When you get on the docks and the long trip is through
There's pubs and theres clubs and theres lassies there too
Where the girls are all pretty and the beer it is free
And theres bottles of rum growing from every tree

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.