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{t:Fiddler's Green}
{artist:The Dubliners}
{key: F}
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6bMCrLkCUds
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As I [F] walked by the [Bb] dockside one [F] evening so [Dm] fair,
to [F] view the salt [Bb] waters and [F] take the salt [C] air,
I [Bb] heard an old fisherman [F] singing a song,
'Oh take me a-[C] way boys, me [F] time is not [C] long'.
Wrap me [F] up in me [C] oilskins and [F] jumpers,
no [Bb] more on the [F] docks I'll be [C] seen.
Just [Bb] tell me old shipmates, I'm [F] taking a trip, mates,
and [C] I'll see you some day on [C7] Fiddler's [F] Green.
Now [F] Fiddler's [Bb] Green is a [F] place I've heard [Dm] tell,
where the [F] fishermen [Bb] go if they [F] don't go to [C] hell.
Where the [Bb] skies are all clear and the [F] dolphins do play,
and the cold coast of [C] Greenland is [F] far, far a-[C] way.
Wrap me [F] up in me [C] oilskins and [F] jumpers,
no [Bb] more on the [F] docks I'll be [C] seen.
Just [Bb] tell me old shipmates, I'm [F] taking a trip, mates,
and [C] I'll see you some day on [C7] Fiddler's [F] Green.
Where the [F] skies are all [Bb] clear and there's [F] never a [Dm] gale,
and the [F] fish jump on [Bb] board with one [F] swish of their [C] tail.
Where you [Bb] lie at your leisure, there's [F] no work to do,
and the skipper's be-[C] low making [F] tea for the [C] crew.
Wrap me [F] up in me [C] oilskins and [F] jumpers,
no [Bb] more on the [F] docks I'll be [C] seen.
Just [Bb] tell me old shipmates, I'm [F] taking a trip, mates,
and [C] I'll see you some day on [C7] Fiddler's [F] Green.
When you [F] get back on [Bb] docks and the [F] long trip is [Dm] through,
there's [F] pubs and there's [Bb] clubs and there's [F] lassies there, [C] too.
Where the [Bb] girls are all pretty and the [F] beer it is free,
and there's bottles of [C] rum growing [F] from every [C] tree.
Wrap me [F] up in me [C] oilskins and [F] jumpers,
no [Bb] more on the [F] docks I'll be [C] seen.
Just [Bb] tell me old shipmates, I'm [F] taking a trip, mates,
and [C] I'll see you some day on [C7] Fiddler's [F] Green.
Now I [F] don't want a [Bb] harp nor a [F] halo, not [Dm] me,
just [F] give me a [Bb] breeze on a [F] good rolling [C] sea.
I'll [Bb] play me old squeezebox as [F] we sail along,
with the wind in the [C] rigging to [F] sing me a [C] song.
Wrap me [F] up in me [C] oilskins and [F] jumpers,
no [Bb] more on the [F] docks I'll be [C] seen.
Just [Bb] tell me old shipmates, I'm [F] taking a trip, mates,
and [C] I'll see you some day on [C7] Fiddler's [F] Green.
