As I roved by the dockside on evening so rare
To view the still waters and take the salt air
I heard an old fisherman singing this song
O take me away boys my time is not long

Dress me up in me oilskin and jumper
No more on the docks I´ll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates
I´m taking a trip, mates
And I´ll see them someday in Fiddler´s Green

Now Fiddler´s Green is a place I´ve heard tell
Where fishermen go when 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

The sky´s always clear and there´s never a gale
And the fish jump on board with a flip of their tail
You can lie at your leisure, there´s no work to do
And the skipper´s below making tea for the crew

And when you´re in dock and the long trip is thru
There´s pubs and there´s clubs, and there´s lassies there too
Now the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
And there´s bottles of rum hanging from every tree

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
When the wind´s in the rigging to sing me this song