Fiddler's Green - Liam Clancy

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

He sat take me away lads my Time is not long

Rub 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 one day 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

Are far, far away

Rub 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 one day in Fiddler’s Green

O the weather is fair

And there’s never a gale

And the fish jump on board

With a squisch of their tail

You can lie at your hammer,

There’s no work to do

And the skipper’s below

Making Tea for the crew

Rub 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 one day in Fiddler’s Green

I don’t want a harp

Or a halo, not me

Just give me a breeze

And a good Rolling sea

And I’ll play m eold squeeze box

As we sail along

When the wind’s in the rigging

To sing me this song

Rub 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 one day in Fiddler’s Green