Fiddler's Green Testo

(John Connelly)As I roved by the dockside on evening so rareTo view the still waters and take the salt airI heard an old fisherman singing this songO take me away boys my time is not longDress me up in me oilskin and jumperNo more on the docks I'll be seenJust tell me old shipmatesI'm taking a trip, matesAnd I'll see them someday in Fiddler's GreenNow Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tellWhere fishermen go when they don't go to HellWhere the weather is fair and the dolphins do playAnd the cold coast of Greenland is far, far awayThe sky's always clear and there's never a galeAnd the fish jump on board with a flip of their tailYou can lie at your leisure, there's no work to doAnd the skipper's below making tea for the crewAnd when you're in dock and the long trip is thruThere's pubs and there's clubs, and there's lassies there tooNow the girls are all pretty and the beer is all freeAnd there's bottles of rum hanging from every treeI don't want a harp or a halo, not meJust give me a breeze and a good rolling seaAnd I'll play me old squeeze box as we sail alongWhen the wind's in the rigging to sing me this song