(John Connolly)
I was down on the dock-side one evening so fair,
to view the still water and take the night air
when I heard an old fisherman singing his song,
Oh, take me away boys my time is not long.
Chorus: Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumper.
No more on the dock I�ll be seen.
Just tell me old shipmates, I�m taking a trip mate
And I�ll see you someday on Fiddler�s Green.
Now Fiddler�s Green is a place I hear tell
Where the 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 is far, far away.
Chorus:
Where the skies always clear and there�s never a gale
And the fish jump on board with the swish of their tail.
Where you lie at your leisure, there�s no work to do
And the skipper�s below making tea for the crew.
Chorus:
And when you get at dock and your long trip is through
Well there�s pubs and there�s grub and there�s lassies there too
Where the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
And there�s bottles of rum growing from every tree.