Sheet Music (and more information about this song)
As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair,
To view the salt waters and take the salt air,
I heard an old fisherman singing this song,
Oh, take me away boys, me time is not long.
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 Fiddler's Green.
Now Fiddler's 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.
Where the sky's are all clear and there's never a gale,
And the fish jump on board with a swish 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.
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,
Where the girls are all pretty and the beer it is free,
And there's bottles of rum growing on every tree.
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 me this song.
Comp: John Conolly