As I [D] walked by the dockside one evening so [Bm] fair
to [D] view the salt water and take the sea [A7] air
I [G] heard an old fisherman [D] singing a [F#m] song
Saying [D] "Take me [G] home boys, me [D] time is not [A7] long!"

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Wrap me [D] up in my [A7] oil skins and [D] jumpers
No [G] more on the [D] docks I'll be [A7] seen
Just [G] tell me old shipmates I'm [D] taking a trip, mates
and [A7] I'll see you some day in Fiddler's [D] Green)

Now Fiddler's Green is a place I hear tell
where fishermen go when they don't go to hell
The skies are all clear and the dolphins do play
While the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away.

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When you 'rrive on the docks and the long trip is through
sure theres pubs and there's clubs and theres lassies there too
The girls are all pretty and the beer it is free
and there's bottles of rum hanging from every tree.

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Now I don't want a harp or a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
I'll play me old squeeze box as we sail along
With the wind in the rigging to sing me a song.

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