(G)As I roved by the (C)dockside one (G)evening so (Em)rare
(G)To view the still (C)waters and (G)take the salt (D)air
(C)I heard an old fisherman (Bm)singing this (D)song
(G)Oh take me away (C)boys, my (G)time is not (D)long
(G)Wrap me up in my (C)oilskin and (G)blanket
(C)No more on the (G)docks I'll be (D)seen
(C)Just tell me old shipmates
(Bm)I'm taking a trip (Am)mates
(C)And I'll see them (D)someday in Fiddeler's (G)Green