;Fiddler's Green
;Traditional
 
.     G             C            G          Em
 As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair
.   G              C          G             D
 To view the still waters and take the salt air
.  C                      G            D
 I heard an old fisherman singing this song
.    G        C            G           D
 "Oh take me away boys, me time is not long"
 
 
[chorus]
.        G        D            G
 Wrap me up in me oilskins and blanket
.   C           G             D
 No more on the docks I'll be seen
.     C                          G
 Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip, mates
.    D                        D7        G
 and I'll see you some day on Fiddler's Green
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.    G         C          G                Em
 Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell
.          G         C          G           D
 Where the fishermen go if they don't go to hell
.          C                           G           D
 Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play
.        G             C            G         D
 And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away
 
 
[chorus]
.        G        D            G
 Wrap me up in me oilskins and blanket
.   C           G             D
 No more on the docks I'll be seen
.     C                          G
 Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip, mates
.    D                        D7        G
 and I'll see you some day on Fiddler's Green
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.          G             C                 G       Em
 Where the skies are all clear and there's never a gale
.             G       C              G              D
 And the fish jump on board with one swish of their tail
.          C                            G          D
 Where you lie at your leisure, there's no work to do
.        G           C          G           D
 and the skipper's below making tea for the crew
 
 
[chorus]
.        G        D            G
 Wrap me up in me oilskins and blanket
.   C           G             D
 No more on the docks I'll be seen
.     C                          G
 Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip, mates
.    D                        D7        G
 and I'll see you some day on Fiddler's Green
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.         G           C            G            Em
 When you get back on dock and the long trip is through
.        G                C                 G             D
 There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too
.          C                            G          D
 Where the girls are all pretty and the beer it is free
.            G          C           G          D
 And there's bottles of rum growing from every tree
 
 
[chorus]
.        G        D            G
 Wrap me up in me oilskins and blanket
.   C           G             D
 No more on the docks I'll be seen
.     C                          G
 Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip, mates
.    D                        D7        G
 and I'll see you some day on Fiddler's Green
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.       G           C          G         Em
 Now I don't want a harp nor a halo, not me
.     G         C           G            D
 Just give me a breeze on a good rolling sea
.     C                         G        D
 I'll play me old squeezebox as we sail along
.         G           C          G         D
 With the wind in the rigging to sing me a song
 
 
[chorus]
.        G        D            G
 Wrap me up in me oilskins and blanket
.   C           G             D
 No more on the docks I'll be seen
.     C                          G
 Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip, mates
.    D                        D7        G
 and I'll see you some day on Fiddler's Green
[]