G Em As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair Am Am7 D7 To view the salt water and take the sea air C G Bm I heard an old fisherman singing a song Am C D7 Wonʼt you take me away boys my time is not long Chorus: G D G Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumper C G D no more on the docks Iʼll be seen C G Bm Just tell me old ship mates Iʼm taking a trip mates Am D7 G And Iʼll see you someday in Fiddlers Green Now Fiddlers Green is a place I hear tell Where fishermen go if they donʼt go to hell Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away Chorus. When you get to the docks and the long trip is thru Thereʼs pub and thereʼs clubs and thereʼs lassies there too Where the girls are all pretty and beer it is free And thereʼs bottles of rum growing from every tree Chorus. Now I donʼt want a harp or a halo, not me Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea Iʼll play me old squeeze box as we sail along With the wind in the rigging to sing us a song Chorus.