Fiddler's Green (Listen to midi)    (Listen to sample)

 

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1. As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair,

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    to view the salt waters and take the salt air,

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    I heard an old fisherman singing a song,

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    'Oh take me away boys, me time is not long'.

 

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Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumpers,

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no more on the docks I'll be seen.

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Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip, mates,

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and I'll see you some day on Fiddler's Green.

 

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2. Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell,

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    where the fishermen go if they don't go to hell.

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    Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play,

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    and the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away. 

 

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3. Where the skies are all clear and there's never a gale,

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    and the fish jump on board with one swish of their tail.

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    Where you lie at your leisure, there's no work to do,

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    and the skipper's below making tea for the crew. 

 

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4. When you get back on docks and the long trip is through,

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    there's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there, too.

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    Where the girls are all pretty and the beer it is free,

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    and there's bottles of rum growing from every tree. 

 

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5. Now I don't want a harp nor a halo, not me,

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    just give me a breeze on a good rolling sea.

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    I'll play me old squeezebox as we sail along,

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    with the wind in the rigging to sing me a song. 

 

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(capo 5th)               

 

     (The Dubliners)