Fiddlers Green

G Em As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair Am Am7 D7 To view the salt water and take the sea air C G Bm I heard an old fisherman singing a song Am C D7 Won't you take me away boys my time is not long G D G CHORUS: Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumper C G D no more on the docks I'll be seen C G Bm Just tell me old ship mates I'm taking a trip mates Am D7 G And I'll see you someday in Fiddlers Green Now Fiddlers Green is a place I hear tell Where 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 CHO: When you get to the docks and the long trip is thru There's pub and there's clubs and there's lassies there too Where the girls are all pretty and beer it is free And there's bottles of rum growing from every tree CHO: Now I don't want a harp or 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 rigging to sing us a song CHO: