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Fiddlers Green Lyrics And Guitar Chords Written By John Conolly This video was taken by Sue Dewsbury at Faldingworth Live run by Les Worrall on Saturday March 13th 2010. John Conolly has given his kind permission. John invited Bill Whaley & Dave Fletcher on stage to play

As[G] I walked by the dock side one evening so[Em] fair
To[G] view the solt water and take the sea[D7] air
I[C] heard an old fisherman[G] singing this[D] song
Wont you[G] take me[C] away boys me[Em] time is not[D7] long
Wrap me[G] up in me[D7] oil-skin and[G] blanket,
No[C] more on the[G] docks I'll be[D7 seen
Just[C] tell me old ship-mates I'm[G] taking a trip mates
And[D7] I'll see you someday in Fiddler's[G] Green.
 Now the skies are all clear and there's never a game
and the  fish jump on board with a switch of their  tails
you can  lie at your leisure, there's no  work  to do
and the  skippers been  all making  tae for the  crew.
Now Fiddlers Green is a place I heard tell
Where fishermen go if they dont go to hell
Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far far away
When you get to the docks and the long trip is true
There's pubs and there's clubs and lassies there too
Where the girls are all pritty and the beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum growing on every tree
Now I dont want a harp nor 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 I'll sing me this song


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