The Dubliners - Fiddler's Green lyrics
[The Dubliners - Fiddler's Green lyrics]
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 oilskin and Jumber
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 Fiddler's Green is a
Place I've heard tell
Where the fishermen go if they
Don't go to hell
Where the weather is all clear
And the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far
Far away
Now when you're in dock and
The long trip is through
There's pubs and there's clubs and
There's lassies there too
And the girls are all pretty and
The beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum
Growing on every tree
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
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 riggin to sing me a song
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 oilskin and Jumber
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 Fiddler's Green is a
Place I've heard tell
Where the fishermen go if they
Don't go to hell
Where the weather is all clear
And the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far
Far away
Now when you're in dock and
The long trip is through
There's pubs and there's clubs and
There's lassies there too
And the girls are all pretty and
The beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum
Growing on every tree
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
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 riggin to sing me a song