As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair
To view the salt waters and take the sea air
I heard an old fisherman singing a song
Oh, take me away boys me time is not long
Refrain:
Wrap 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 on Fiddlers Green
Refrain
Now 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
Refrain
Where the skies are all clear and there's never a gail
And the fish jump on board with one swish on their tail
Where you lie at your leisure, there's no work to do
And the skipper's below making tea for the crew
Refrain
Now when you're in dock and the long trip is through
There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too
And the girls are so pretty and the beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum growing on every tree.
Refrain
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