Fiddler's Green Songtext

von Paddy Goes To Holyhead

Fiddler's Green

As I roved by the dockside
One evening so rare
To view the still waters
And take hte salt air
I heard an old fisherman
Singing this song
O take me away boys
My time is not long

Dress 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 them someday
In Fiddler's Green

Now Fiddler's Green
Is a place I've heard tell
Where fishermen go
When 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

The sky's always 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's below
Making tea for the crew

And when you're in dock
And the long trip is thru
There's pubs and there's clubs
And there's lassies there too
Now the girls are all pretty
And the beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum
Hanging from every tree

I don't want a harp
Or a halo not me
Just give me a breeze
And a good rolling sea
And I'll play me old squeeze box
As we sail along
When the wind's in the rigging
To sing me this song