R E P E R T O I R E


Fiddlers Green

As I rowed 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
Oh take me away boys me 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 you some day in fiddler's green

Now fiddler's green is a place I've heard tell
Where fisherman go if 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 is 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 teas for the crew

And when you'r in dock and the long trip is through
Ther's pubs en there's clubs and there's lasses too
The girls all are pretty and the beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum growing on every tree

I don't want a harp not 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
With the wind in the rigging to sing me this song