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Fiddler's Green

Words: John Conolly
Music: John Conolly

As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair,
To view the salt water and take the sea air,
I heard an old fisherman singing a song
Oh take me away boys, my time is not long.

    Wrap me up in my oilskins and jumper
    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.
Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell
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
    Wrap me up in my oilskins and jumper ...
Where the skieds are so clear and there's never a gale
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.
    Wrap me up in my oilskins and jumper ...
And when you get back and the long trip is through
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
    Wrap me up in my oilskins and jumper ...
Now I don't want a harp nor halo not me
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.
    Wrap me up in my oilskins and jumper ...

"Fiddler's Green" - Polish version "Fiddler's Green"

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