| There’s a sad tale I’ll tell you of a sailor man’s life
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| How his love for the high seas it cost him a wife
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| When I’ve told you my story I’m sure you’ll agree
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| It’s not but pure folly when a man goes to sea
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| Just a young man of twenty I was courting a lass
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| Full of innocent beauty with style and with class
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| But the ships in the harbor they beckoned it seemed
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| I was lured by the trade winds to find fiddler’s green
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| When first I went sailing how a young girl did cry
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| But the lure of the trade winds could not be denied
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| And though she vowed to be faithful as my ship sailed away
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| She would marry another one year from that day
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| Yo ho ho, fiddler’s green
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| Bewitching young sailors with all of your dreams
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| Yo ho ho, she’s calm and serene
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| Enchantment awaits you on fiddler’s green
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| Well I’ve sailed many oceans since I left Boston town
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| And my hair has turned silver it was once chestnut brown
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| And from London to Bombay and ports in between
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| I was always in search of this fiddler’s green
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| And to the young lads now courting pretty maiden’s so fair
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| Should you hear those trade winds let me warn you beware
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| Go marry your young girl, as corn and your beans
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| Don’t waste your young manhood on fiddler’s green
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| Yo ho ho, fiddler’s green
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| Bewitching young sailors with all of your dreams
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| Yo ho ho, she’s calm and serene
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| Enchantment awaits you at fiddler’s green |