As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair
To view the salt waters and take the salt air
I heard an old fisherman singing a song
Oh, take me away, boys, me time is not long
Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumpers
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 someday on Fiddlers Green
Now, Fiddlers Green is a place I heard tell
Where fishermen go if they don't go to hell
Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away
Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumpers
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 someday on Fiddlers Green
Where the skies are all clear and there's never a gale
And the fish jump on board with a swish of their tail
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 me oilskins and jumpers
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 someday on Fiddlers Green
When you get back on dock and the long journey's through
There's pubs and there's clubs, and there's lassies there too
Where the girls are all pretty and the beer it is free
And there's bottles of rum growing from every tree
Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumpers
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 someday on Fiddlers Green
Now, I don't want a harp or 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 a song
Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumpers
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 someday on Fiddlers Green