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 this song O take me away boys me time is not long
Chorus: Wrap 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 someday on 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 sky's all clear and the dolphins do play And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away
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When the sky's all clear so it's never a gale And the fish jump on board with a switch of their tail And you lie at your leisure and no work to do And the skipper's below making tea for the crew
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When you get back in dock and the long trip is thru There's pubs and there's clubs, and there's lassies there too And the girls are all pretty and the beer it is free And the bottles of rum growing from every tree
Now I don't want a harp, not a halo, not me Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea I'll play me old squeeze box as we sail along When the wind in the rigging to sing me this song