Fiddlers Green

As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair

To view the salt waters and take 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 oilskins and jumpers

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, Fiddlers Green is a place I 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 in me oilskins and jumpers

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

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

And the fish jump on board with a 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

Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumpers

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

When you get back on dock and the long journey's through

There's pubs and there's clubs, and there's lassies there too

Where the girls are all pretty and the beer it is free

And there's bottles of rum growing from every tree

Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumpers

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, 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

With the wind in the rigging to sing me a song

Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumpers

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

• Artist:Patsy Watchorn
• Album:The Craic Was Ninety (20 Great Irish Pub Songs)