Five miles from Hell down the dusty old trail Lies a land known as Fiddler's Green There's a river of beer that runs through the veil And the barmaid's a lusty colleen
There's whiskey and wine And everything fine Pickles and cheese for dinner There's hoboes and sailors And sweet painted ladies And all sorts of good-hearted sinners
A preacherman died and went up to Heaven He said "Hello, where is my mention?" Saint Peter re-opened his big book and read "This man hated drinking and dancing" Saint Peter said "Preacher, who gave you the right To question God's plannes so devine? Don't you know that king David danced in the streets And Jesus turned water to wine?"
So it's oath of you now to Fiddler's Green For your heart was cold as a stone You'll buss the tables and scrub pillar trims For ten thousand years to a doom
A polititian died and he went up to heaven He said "Where is my milk and my honey?" Saint Peter re-opened his big book and read "This man stole the poor people's money" Saint Peter said "Mister, who gave you the right To mistreat God's people this way? They gave you their trust But your greed and your lust For power have lead you astray"
So it's oath of you now to Fiddler's Green For your heart was cold as a stone You'll buss the tables and scrub pillar trims For ten thousand years to a doom
Then the fiddler died and he headed for Hell For the preacher said that's where he's going But Saint Peter said "Son, you're too good for that bunch All the people were fond of your boheme" So he opened up his book And he took a long look "Well, it says here you're sweet on the women They danced to your tunes By the light of the moon And in the afternoons you took them swimming
So it's oath of you now to Foddler's Green To play for the fancy girls You're too bad for Heaven But too good for Hell So you can stay there with your pals"
Ah, five miles from Hell down the dusty old trail Lies a land known as Fiddler's Green There's a river of beer that runs through the veil And the barmaid's a lusty colleen
Ah, there's whiskey and wine And never thinned fun Pickles and cheese for dinner There's hoboes and sailors And sweet painted ladies And all sorts of good-hearted sinners