Fiddler's Green

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

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    Wrap me up in my oilskin and jumper 
    No more on tbe 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 Fiddlers Green is a place I've heard tell 
Where the 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. 

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Where the skies are all clear and there is never a gale 
And the fish jump on board with one swish of their tail 
Where you lie at your leisure, there's no work to do 
And the skipper's below, making tea for the crew. 

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When you're back on the dockside and the long trip is through 
There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too 
Where the girls are all pretty and the beer it is free 
And there's bottles of rum growing from every tree. 

 (ch:)

Now I don't want a harp nor a 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. 
 
 (ch:)


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