Fiddler's Green - Mysteria

As I walked by the dockside one evening so rare

To view the salt waters and take the salt air

I spied an old fisherman singing a song

«ah take me away boys me time is not long»

Wrap me up in me oilskins and blankets

No MORE on the docks I’ll be seen

Just tell me old shipmates, I’m taking a TRIP mates

And I’ll see you some day in Fiddler’s Green

Now Fiddler’s Green is a place I hear tell

Where the fishermen go if they don’t go to hell

weather is fair and the dolphins do PLAY

And the cold coast of Finland is far, far away

Where the skies are all clear and there’s never a gale

And the fish jump on board with a swish of their tails

Where you lie at your leisure, there’s no work to do

And the skipper’s below MAKING tea for the crew.

When you get back on dock and the journey’s through

There’s pubs and there’s clubs and there’s lassies there too

the girls are all pretty and the beer it is free

And there’s bottles of rum growing from every tree

Now, I don’t want a harp nor a halo, not me

Just give me a breeze and a GOOD rolling sea

I’ll play me old squeeze-box as we sail along

With the wind in the rigging to sing me a song

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