Lyrics - Fiddler's Green

As I roved by the dockside, one evening so fair

To view the salt waters, and take the sea air

I heard an old fisherman, singing his song

O take me away boys, my time is not long

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, 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…

Wrap me up…

Where the sky's are all clear, and there's never a gale

And the fish jump on board, with a flip of their tail

You can lie at your leisure, there's no work to do

And the skipper below, making tea for the crew…

Wrap me up…

When you land in the dock, 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 is all free

And there's bottles of rum, hanging from every tree…

Wrap me up…

Now I don't want a harp, or 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 rigging, to sing me this song…

Wrap me up…