Fiddler’s Green.

Lyrics: Singer/song-writer from Grimsby, east coast of United Kingdom, John Conolly.
Vocals: Folk singers and traditional Celtic musicians ‘The New Barleycorn’, (John Delaney and Alec DeGabriele).

Fiddler’s Green.

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 his song,
Sing take me away boys, me time is not long.

Chorus:
Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumpers,
No more on round docks I’ll be seen,
Just tell me 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 are all clear and the dolphins do play,
And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away.

Repeat Chorus:
When you land on the docks 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 hanging from every tree.

Repeat Chorus:
Now I don’t want a harp nor a halo, not me,
Just give me a breeze and a dark rolling sea,
And I’ll play me old squeeze-box, as we sail along,
With the wind in the riggin’ to sing me a song.

Chorus:
Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumpers
No more round the docks I’ll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates I’m taking a trip mates
And I’ll see you someday in Fiddler’s Green
Just tell me old shipmates I’m taking a trip mates
And I’ll see you someday in Fiddler’s Green.

END