Fiddler's Green - The Wolfe Tones

As I walked by the dockside one evenin' so fair

To view the still waters and taste the salt air

I heard an old fisherman singing this song

«Oh, take me away boys, me time is not long

Wrap me up in the oilskins and blankets

No more at the docks I’ll be seen

Just tell me 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 fisherman 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

«Wrap me up in the oilskins and blankets

No more at the docks I’ll be seen

Just tell me 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

«Wrap me up in the oilskins and blankets

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 in Fiddler’s Green»

And no I don’t want a harp or a halo, not me

Give me a breeze and a good rolling sea

And I’ll play me old squeezebox as we sail along

With the wind in the rigging to sing me this box

«Wrap me up in the oilskins and blankets

No more at the docks I’ll be seen

Just tell me old shipmates I’m taking a trip, mates

And I’ll see you someday in Fiddler’s Green»