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As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair
D G D A
To view the still waters and take the salt air,
G D
I heard an old fisherman singing this song;
D A G A
Won't you take me away boys, my time isn't long
D A D
Wrap me up in my oilskins and jumpers,
G D A
No more on the docks I'll be seen,
G D
Just tell me old shipmates I'm taking a trip, mates,
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And I'll see you some day in Fiddler's Green.
Oh Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell
Where fishermen 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.
Wrap me up in my oilskins and jumpers...
Where the sky's always clear and there's never a gale,
Where 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.
Wrap me up in my oilskins and jumpers...
When you get back in dock and the long trip is through
There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too,
Where the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum growing on every tree.
Wrap me up in my oilskins and jumpers...
Now I don't want a harp nor 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.
Wrap me up in my oilskins and jumpers...