As I walked down the dockside one evening so fair
To view the salt water and take the sea air
I heard an old fisherman singing a song
Oh, take me away boys me time is not long
Wrap me up in my oilskins 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 on Fiddlers Green
Now Fiddlers Green is a place I've heard tell
Where the fishermen go if they don't go to hell
Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away
Wrap me up in me oilskins 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 on Fiddlers Green
There's one fair county in Ireland
With memories so glorious and grand
Where nature has lavished its beauty
In the orchards of Erin's green land
I love it's cathederal city
Once founded by Patrick so true
And it bears in the heart of it's bosom
The ashes of Brian Boru
Chorus:
It's my own Irish home
Far across the foam
Although I've oft times left it
In foreign lands to roam
No matter where I wander
Through cities near or far
My heart is at home in old Ireland
In the County of Armagh
To view the salt water and take the sea air
I heard an old fisherman singing a song
Oh, take me away boys me time is not long
Wrap me up in my oilskins 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 on Fiddlers Green
Now Fiddlers Green is a place I've heard tell
Where the fishermen go if they don't go to hell
Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away
Wrap me up in me oilskins 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 on Fiddlers Green
There's one fair county in Ireland
With memories so glorious and grand
Where nature has lavished its beauty
In the orchards of Erin's green land
I love it's cathederal city
Once founded by Patrick so true
And it bears in the heart of it's bosom
The ashes of Brian Boru
Chorus:
It's my own Irish home
Far across the foam
Although I've oft times left it
In foreign lands to roam
No matter where I wander
Through cities near or far
My heart is at home in old Ireland
In the County of Armagh