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Fiddler's Green 
Fiddler's Green (John Connolly) 
As I roved by the dockside on evening so rare To view the still waters and take the salt air I heard an old fisherman singing this song O take me away boys my time is not long
 Dress me up in me oilskin 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 
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 
And when you're in dock and the long trip is thru 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 
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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