Paddy Goes To Holyhead - Fiddler´s Green

Fiddler´s Green

As I roved by the dockside
one evening so rare
To view the still waters
and take hte 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 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 them someday
in Fiddler´s Green

Now Fiddler´s Green
is a place I´ve heard tell
Where fishermen go
when 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

The sky´s always clear
and there´s never a gale
And the fish jump on board
with a flip of their tail
You can lie at your leisure
there´s no work to do
And the skipper´s below
making tea for the crew

And when you´re in dock
and the long trip is thru
There´s pubs and there´s clubs
and there´s lassies there too
Now the girls are all pretty
and the beer is all free
And there´s bottles of rum
hanging from every tree

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 me old squeeze box
as we sail along
When the wind´s in the rigging
to sing me this song