As I roved by the dockside on evening so fair
To view the still waters and take the salt air
I heard an old fisherman singing this song
Oh take me away boys, me time is not long

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Dress 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 them someday in Fiddler's Green

Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell
Where fishermen go when 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

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The sky's always clear and there's never a gale
And the fish jump on board with a flip 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

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And when you're in dock and the long trip is through
There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too
Now the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum hanging from every tree

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I don't want a harp or a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
And I'll play me old squeeze box as we sail along
When the wind's in the rigging to sing me this song

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© March Music. Performed by The Dubliners. Written by John Connolly.