| As I roved by the dockside
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| One evening so rare
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| To view the still waters
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| And take the salt air
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| I heard an old fisherman singing this song
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| He sat take me away lads my Time is not long
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| Rub me up in me oilskin and jumper
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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 one day in Fiddler’s Green
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| Now Fiddler’s Green is a Place
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| I’ve heard tell
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| Where fishermen go
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| If they don’t go to Hell
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| Where the weather is fair
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| And the dolphins do play
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| And the Cold coast of Greenland
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| Are far, far away
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| Rub me up in me oilskin and jumper
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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 one day in Fiddler’s Green
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| O the weather is fair
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| And there’s never a gale
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| And the fish jump on board
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| With a squisch of their tail
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| You can lie at your hammer,
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| There’s no work to do
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| And the skipper’s below
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| Making Tea for the crew
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| Rub me up in me oilskin and jumper
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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 one day in Fiddler’s Green
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| I don’t want a harp
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| Or a halo, not me
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| Just give me a breeze
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| And a good Rolling sea
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| And I’ll play m eold squeeze box
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| As we sail along
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| When the wind’s in the rigging
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| To sing me this song
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| Rub me up in me oilskin and jumper
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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 one day in Fiddler’s Green |