Fiddlers Green

As I roved by the dockside one evening so fair
 To view the salt waters and take in the salt air
 I heard an old fisherman singing a song
 Oh, take me away boys me time is not long
 Wrap me up in me oilskin and blankets
 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 Fiddlers Green
 Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard 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
 Now when you're in dock and the long trip is through
 There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too
 And the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
 And there's bottles of rum growing on every tree.
 Where the skies are all clear and there's never a gail
 And the fish jump on board with one swish on their tail
 Where you lie at your leisure, there's no work to do
 And the skipper's below making tea for the crew
 Now I don't want a harp nor 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
 With the wind in the riggin to sing me a song