Fiddler's Green

– John Connelly

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
Won’t you take me away boys, my time isn’t 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 you someday in Fiddler’s Green

Now Fiddler’s 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

I don’t want a harp or a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze and the good rolling sea
I’ll play me old squeeze box as we sail along
With the wind in the rigging to sing me this song