Fiddlers Green - Barbara Dickson, Archie Fisher

As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair

To view the still waters and take the salt air

I heard an old fisherman singing this song

O take me away boys, my time is not long

Dress 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 in Fiddler’s Green

Fiddler’s Green is a place I’ve heard tell

Where the 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

Dress 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 in Fiddler’s Green

The weather is 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

Dress 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 in Fiddler’s Green

When you get back in dock 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 all free

And there’s bottles of rum growing from every tree

Dress 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 in Fiddler’s Green

Now, I don’t want a harp or a halo, not me Just give me a ship and a good rolling sea

And I’ll play my old squeeze box as we sail along

With the wind in our rigging to sing me this song

Dress 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 in Fiddler’s Green