Fiddler's Green Lyrics

As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair To view the clear water and take the salt air I heard an old fisherman singing this song Oh, take me away boys my time is not long Wrap me up in my oil skins and jumper No more on the docks I'll be seen Just tell my old shipmates I'm taking a trip mates And I'll see you someday 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 always clear and the dolphins they play And the cold coast of Greenland is far far away When you land on the dock and the long trip is through There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lasses there too Where the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free And there's bottles of rum growing from every tree Now, I don't want a harp nor a halo, not me Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea And I'll play my old squeezebox as we sail along With the wind in our rigging to sing me this song