| As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair
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| To view the still waters and take the salt air
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| I heard an old fisherman singing this song
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| O take me away boys, my time is not long
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| Dress 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
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| I’m taking a trip, mates
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| And I’ll see you someday in Fiddler’s Green
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| 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 weather is fair and the dolphins do play
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| And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away
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| Dress 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
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| I’m taking a trip, mates
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| And I’ll see you someday in Fiddler’s Green
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| The weather is clear and there’s never a gale
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| And the fish jump on board with a swish of their tail
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| Where you lie at your leisure, there’s no work to do And the skipper’s below making tea for the crew
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| Dress 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
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| I’m taking a trip, mates
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| And I’ll see you someday in Fiddler’s Green
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| When you get back in dock 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 is all free
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| And there’s bottles of rum growing from every tree
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| Dress 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
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| I’m taking a trip, mates
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| And I’ll see you someday in Fiddler’s Green
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| Now, I don’t want a harp or a halo, not me Just give me a ship and a good rolling sea
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| And I’ll play my old squeeze box as we sail along
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| With the wind in our rigging to sing me this song
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| Dress 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
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| I’m taking a trip, mates
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| And I’ll see you someday in Fiddler’s Green |