- Fiddler's Green

As I roved 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, me time is not long”

Wrap me up in me oilskins 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 you someday, in Fiddlers’ Green …

Now, Fiddlers’ Green is a place, I’ve heard tell,
Where 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

Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumper…

The sky’s always clear, and there’s never a gale
And the fish jump on board with a flip of their tails
You can 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 jumper…

And when you’re in dock, and the long trip is through
There’s pubs and there’s clubs, and there’s lasses there too
The girls are all pretty, the beer is all free
And there’s bottles of rum, growing on every tree …

Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumper…

I don’t want a harp nor a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
And I’ll play me old squeezebox as we sail along
With the wind in the rigging, to sing me this song

Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumper…

farewell
musically_melancholy