From the recording Fiddler's Green

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

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