Fiddler's Green

As I roved by the dockside
One evening so rare
To view the still waters
And take the salt air
I heard an old fisherman singing this song
He sat take me away lads my Time is not long
Rub me up in me oilskin 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 one 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 weather is fair
And the dolphins do play
And the Cold coast of Greenland
Are far, far away
Rub me up in me oilskin 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 one day in Fiddler’s Green
O the weather is fair
And there’s never a gale
And the fish jump on board
With a squisch of their tail
You can lie at your hammer,
There’s no work to do
And the skipper’s below
Making Tea for the crew
Rub me up in me oilskin 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 one day in Fiddler’s Green
I don’t want a harp
Or a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze
And a good Rolling sea
And I’ll play m eold squeeze box
As we sail along
When the wind’s in the rigging
To sing me this song
Rub me up in me oilskin 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 one day in Fiddler’s Green