As I walked by the dockside one evening so rare
To view the slew waters and take the salt air
I spied an old fisherman singing a song
Oh, take me away boys me time is not long
Wrap me up in me oilskin and blankets
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates
I'll see you someday at Fiddler's Green
Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell
Where fishermen go if they don't go to hell
The weather is fair and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Finland is far, far away
Wrap me up in me oilskin and blankets
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates
I'll see you someday at Fiddler's Green
Wrap me up in me oilskin and blankets
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates
I'll see you someday in Fiddler's Green
And when you're in dock and the long trip is through
There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too
The girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum growing on every tree.
Wrap me up in me oilskin and blankets
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates
I'll see you someday in Fiddler's Green
Now I don't want a harp nor a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
I'll play me old squeeze-box as we sail along
With the wind in the riggin to sing me a song
Wrap me up in me oilskin and blankets
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates
I'll see you someday at Fiddler's Green
To view the slew waters and take the salt air
I spied an old fisherman singing a song
Oh, take me away boys me time is not long
Wrap me up in me oilskin and blankets
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates
I'll see you someday at Fiddler's Green
Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell
Where fishermen go if they don't go to hell
The weather is fair and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Finland is far, far away
Wrap me up in me oilskin and blankets
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates
I'll see you someday at Fiddler's Green
Wrap me up in me oilskin and blankets
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates
I'll see you someday in Fiddler's Green
And when you're in dock and the long trip is through
There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too
The girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum growing on every tree.
Wrap me up in me oilskin and blankets
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates
I'll see you someday in Fiddler's Green
Now I don't want a harp nor a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
I'll play me old squeeze-box as we sail along
With the wind in the riggin to sing me a song
Wrap me up in me oilskin and blankets
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates
I'll see you someday at Fiddler's Green