Fiddlers' Green

John Connolly


As I walked by the dockside one evening so rare

To view the still waters and take the salt air

I heard an old fisherman singing this song

Oh, take me away boys, my time is not long


Wrap me up in my oilskins and blanket

No more on the docks Iíll be seen

Just tell my old shipmates, Iím taking a trip mates

And Iíll see you someday in Fiddlersí Green


Now FiddlersíGreen is a place Iíve heard tell

Where a fisherman goes, if he donít go to Hell

Where the skyís always clear and the dolphins do play

And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away


Where the skyís always clear and thereís never a gale

And the fish jump on board with one swish of their tail

Oh, you lie at your leisure, thereís no work to do

And the skipperís below making tea for the crew


When you get back in dock and the long trip is through

Thereís pubs and thereís clubs and thereís lassies there too

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

And thereís bottles of rum hanging from every tree


Oh, I donít want a harp nor a halo, not me

Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea

And Iíll play my old squeezebox as we sail along

With the wind in the rigging to sing me a song