Fiddler's Green
sł. John Conolly
As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair,
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 some day in Fiddler's Green. Where fishermen go if they don't go to hell Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play And the cold coast of Greenland is far far away
And the fish jump on board with a swish 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.
There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too The girls are all pretty and the beer is all free And there's bottles o' rum growing from every tree
Just give me a breeze on a good rolling sea. I'll play me old squeeze box as we sail along With the wind in the rigging to sing me a song.
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