Songs of the Sea

Fiddler's Green

Pierce Campbell
Written by W. Connolly/Hedley Music GroupLTD


Heaven for sailors!


As I roved by the dockside one evening so rare To view the still water and take the sea air I herad an old fisherman singing this song Oh take me away boys my tim is not long Chorus Dress me up in me oilskin and jumper, No more on the docks I’ll be found Just tel me old shipmates,I’m taking a trip mates And I’ll see tham someday in Fiddler’s Green Now Fiddler’s Green is a place I’ve heard tell Where fisherman go when 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 The sky’s always clear and there’s never a gale And the fish jump on board with a flip of their tail You can lie at your leisure there’s no work to do And the skipper’s below making tea for the crew And when you’re in dock and the long trip is thru There’s pubs and there’s clubs and there’s lassies there too Now the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free And there’s bottles of rum hanging from every tree I don’t want a harp or a halo not me Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea And I’ll play me old squeeze box as we sail along When the wind’s in the rigging to sing me this song