| FIDDLER'S
GREEN AS I WALKED BY THE DOCK SIDE ONE EVENING SO FAIR TO VIEW THE SALT WATERS AND TAKE THE SEA AIR I HEARD AN OLD FISHERMAN SINGIN' A SONG OH TAKE ME AWAY BOYS, ME TIME IS NOT LONG refrein WRAP ME UP IN ME OILSKINS AND JUMPER NO MORE ON THE DOCKS I'LL BE SEEN JUST TELL ME OLD SHIPMATES I'M TAKIN' A TRIP MATES AND I 'LL SEE YOU SOME DAY IN FIDDLER'S 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 SKIES ARE ALL CLEAR AND THE DOLPHINS DO PLAY AND THE COLD COAST OF GREENLAND IS FAR, FAR AWAY (refrein) WHERE THE SKIES ARE ALL CLEAR AND THERE'S NEVER A GALE AND THE FISH JUMP ON BOARD WITH ONE SWISH OF THEIR TALE WHERE YOU LIE AT YOUR LEISURE, THERE'S NO WORK TO DO AND THE SKIPPER'S BELOW MAKING TEA FOR THE CREW (refrein) WHEN YOU GET 0N THE DOCKS AND THE LONG TRIP IS THROUGH THERE'S PUBS AND THERE'S CLUBS AND THERE'S LASSIES THERE TOO WHERE THE GIRLS ARE ALL PRETTY AND THE BEER IS FREE AND THERE'S BOTTLES OF RUM GROWING FROM EVERY TREE (refrein) NOW l DON'T WANT A HARP NOR A HALO, NOT ME JUST GIVE ME A BREEZE ON 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 (refrein) |